How many a weary traveller
Would miss its fragrant smell,

And many a little child would grieve
To miss it from the dell.

Suppose the little breezes

Upon a summer's day,

Should think themselves too small to cool

The traveller on his way;

Who would not miss the smallest

And softest ones that blow,

And think they made a great mistake
If they were talking so?

Suppose the little dew-drop
Upon the grass should say,
"What can a little dew-drop do?
I'd better roll away."

The blade on which it rested,

Before the day was done,
Without a drop to moisten it,
Would wither in the sun.

How many deeds of kindness
A little child can do,

Although it has but little strength,

And little wisdom, too!

It wants a loving spirit

Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others, by its love.

ANONYMOUS

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EVERY LITTLE HELPS

Suppose a little twinkling star,

Away in yonder sky,

Should say, "What light can reach so far
From such a star as I?
Not many rays of mine so far

As yonder earth can fall;

The others so much brighter are,

I will not shine at all."

Suppose a bright-green leaf that grows

Upon the rose-bush near,

Should say,

"Because I'm not a rose,

I will not linger here."

Or that a dew-drop, fresh and bright

Upon that fragrant flower,
Should say, "I'll vanish out of sight,
Because I'm not a shower."

Suppose a little child should say, 66 Because I'm not a man,

I will not try, in word or play,

To do what good I can.'

Dear child, each star some light can give,

Though gleaming faintly there;

Each rose-leaf helps the plant to live;

Each dew-drop keeps it fair.

And our good Father, who's in Heaven,

And doth all creatures view,

To every little child has given
Some needful work to do.

Kind deeds towards those with whom you live, Kind words and actions right,

Shall, 'mid the world's worst darkness, give

A little precious light.

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SUPPOSE

ANONYMOUS

Suppose, my little lady,

Your doll should break her head;
Could you make it whole by crying
Till your eyes and nose were red?
And wouldn't it be pleasanter
To treat it as a joke,

And say you're glad 'twas Dolly's,
And not your head, that broke?

Suppose you're dressed for walking,
And the rain comes pouring down,
Will it clear up any sooner

Because you scold and frown?
And wouldn't it be nicer

For you to smile than pout,

And so make sunshine in the house
When there is none without?

Suppose your task, my little man,

Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier

For you to sit and fret? And wouldn't it be wiser

Than waiting like a dunce, To go to work in earnest, And learn the thing at once?

Suppose that some boys have a horse,
And some a coach and pair,
Will it tire you less while walking
To say it isn't fair?

And wouldn't it be nobler

To keep your temper sweet, And in your heart be thankful

You can walk upon your feet?

And suppose the world don't please you,
Nor the way some people do,

Do

you think the whole creation Will be altered just for you?

And isn't it, my boy or girl,

The wisest, bravest plan,

Whatever comes, or doesn't come,

To do the best you can?

PHOEBE CARY

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ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL

All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning
That brightens up the sky.

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,-
He made them, every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,

The meadows where we play,

The rushes by the water

We gather every day;—