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Suppose the little cowslip

Should hang its tiny cup,

And say, “I’m such a little flower,

I’d better not grow up.”

How many a weary traveler

Would miss the fragrant smell?

How many a little child would grieve

To miss 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 talking so?

How many deeds of kindness

A little child may do,

Although it has so 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 his love.