And yet it was a lovely flower, No colours bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there. Yet there it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; And there diffused its sweet perfume, Within the silent shade. Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flower to see; That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility. My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray; Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand, sweet song.
A little black ant found a large grain of wheat Too heavy to lift or to roll; So he begg'd of a neighbour he happen'd to meet, To help it down into his hole. Just then a black brother was passing the road, And seeing his brother in want, Came up and assisted him in with his load, For he was a good-natured ant. Let all who this story may happen to hear, Endeavour to profit by it; For often it happens that children appear As cross as the ant, every bit. And the good natured ant who assisted his brother May teach those who choose to be taught, That if little insects are kind to each other, Then children most certainly ought.
All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting leap-year—that's the time When February's days are twenty-nine.
Little children, never give Pain to things that feel and live: Let the gentle robin come For the crumbs you save at home,— As his meat you throw along He'll repay you with a song; Never hurt the timid hare Peeping from her green grass lair, Let her come and sport and play On the lawn at close of day; The little lark goes soaring high To the bright windows of the sky, Singing as if 'twere always spring, And fluttering on an untired wing,— Oh!
One day in spring four men were riding on horseback along a country road. These men were lawyers, and they were going to the next town to attend court. There had been a rain, and the ground was very soft. Water was dripping from the trees, and the grass was wet.
The four lawyers rode along, one behind another; for the pathway was narrow, and the mud on each side of it was deep. They rode slowly, and talked and laughed and were very jolly. As they were passing through a grove of small trees, they heard a great fluttering over their heads and a feeble chirping in the grass by the roadside. They are too young to fly, and the mother bird is making a great fuss about it. They'll die down there in the grass," said the third lawyer, whose name I forget. They're nothing but birds," said Mr. The three men, as they passed, looked down and saw the little birds fluttering in the cold, wet grass.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate. Then they rode on, talking and laughing as before. In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds. But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped. He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands. They did not seem frightened, but chirped softly, as if they knew they were safe.
Lincoln "I will put you in your own cozy little bed. Then he looked up to find the nest from which they had fallen. It was high, much higher than he could reach. But Mr. Lincoln could climb. He had climbed many a tree when he was a boy. He put the birds softly, one by one, into their warm little home.
Two other baby birds were there, that had not fallen out. All cuddled down together and were very happy. Soon the three lawyers who had ridden ahead stopped at a spring to give their horses water. In a few minutes Mr.
Lincoln joined them. His shoes were covered with mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree. Then all three of them laughed heartily. They thought it so foolish that a strong man should take so much trouble just for some worthless young birds. Lincoln, "I could not have slept to-night, if I had left those helpless little robins to perish in the wet grass.
Abraham Lincoln afterwards became very famous as a lawyer and statesman. He was elected president.
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