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A Boy Who Had No Love For School
A boy said to his mother at school time
that he was not feeling well.
The mother replied:
Your cheek is red,
Your eye is bright,
Your hand is cool,
Your step is light,
At breakfast time
You ate your fill,
How can it be
That you are ill?
The boy said:
Ah, Mammy I would not miss
much for one day.
His mother replied:
A bee gains little
from a flower,
A stone a day
could raise a tower,
Yet hives are filled
and towers are done
And steadily the work goes on.
A Noble Boy
by Mary Dow Brine 1878
(Sometimes miscalled Somebodys Mother)
The woman was old and feeble and grey,
And bent with the chill of the winter's day;
The street was wet with the recent snow,
And the woman's feet were weary and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone,uncared for,amid the throng.
Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of 'school let out'
Came the boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow, piled white and deep.
Past the woman,so old and grey,
Hastened the children on their way;
Nor offered a helping hand to her,
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir.
At last came one of the merry troop
The gayest boy of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
I'll help you across if you wish to go;
He guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong,
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content,
She is somebody's mother boys you know,
Although she is old and poor and slow,
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand,
To help my mother - you understand
If e'er she be poor and old and grey,
When her own dear boy is far away.
And somebody's mother bowed low her head,
In her home that night and the prayer she said,
Was God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody's son and pride and joy.
From The Little Illustrated Favourite Poems We Learned in School
Edited by Thomas F. Walsh
This Irish import is illustrated with black-and-white photographs from the last century. Children may be captivated by the vintage images and the pounding rhythms of some poems, but the appeal of this little book will be for much older readers looking back on school days and memorizing many of the old familiar verses.
Click here for The Little Illustrated Favorite Poems we Learned in School.
by Robert Dwyer Joyce
In a shady nook one moonlit night,
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