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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,

And many a little child would grieve

To lose it from the dell.

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 talking so?

Suppose the little dewdrop

Upon the grass should say,

“What can a little dewdrop 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.