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Suppose the little Cowslip
Should hang its golden cup
And say, "I'm such a tiny flower
I'd better not grow up!"
How many a weary traveler
Would miss its fragrant smell,
How many a little child would grieve
To lose it from the dell!
Suppose the glistening 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.
Suppose the little Breezes,
Upon a summer's day,
Should think themselves too small to cool
The traveler on his way;
Who would not miss the smallest
And softest ones that blow,
And think they made a great mistake
If they were acting so?
How many deeds of kindness
A little child can do,
Altliough 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.
Epes Sargent
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