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If thou hast forgiven a brother's offense,
And grieved for thine own with penitence;
If every creature has won thy love,
From the creeping worm to the brooding dove,
Then with joy and peace on the bed of rest
Thou wilt sleep as on thy mother's breast.


Notes and Questions What tells you that this poem | Tell some things which a child is addressed to a child ?

may learn in the fields and How do you think the child had | woods. spent the day?

How should we feel about our What things mentioned in the faults before we go to sleep?

first and second stanzas show How must we feel toward those that night is coming ?

who have offended or injured Can you think of some promise us?

which a child might make to Commit to memory the following his mother in the morning?

line: How would he feel if he kept “Let not the sun go down upon this promise?

your wrath." What is meant by “breaking Why should we feel a love for a promise?

“every creature''?

Words and Phrases for Study PRONUNCIATION: live'-long (liv-lõng) writch'ěd-néss

strịv'-en VOCABULARY:

of-fēnse'-sin; injury; wrong doing.
pēn'-1-tence—sorrow for sins or faults.
āid—to help; to assist.
strīve--to make effort; to labor hard.

dis-tréss'--pain or suffering of mind or body.
"sheltering eaves'.

“singing rill” "A tale like this'.

"a brother's offense" rosun is creeping up"




Adelaide Procter (1825-1864) was an English poet. She lived in London all her life. Her father, Bryan Waller Procter, wrote under the name of Barry Cornwall. Her poems are full of sweetness and beauty.

SEE the rivers flowing

Downwards to the sea,
Pouring all their treasures

Bountiful and free:
Yet to help their giving

Hidden springs arise; .
Or, if need be, showers

Feed them from the skies !

Watch the princely flowers

Their rich fragrance spread,
Load the air with perfumes,

From their beauty shed:
Yet their lavish spending

Leaves them not in dearth,
With fresh life replenished
By their mother earth!

Give thy heart's best treasures,

From fair Nature learn;
Give thy love and ask not,

Wait not a return!
And the more thou spendest

From thy little store,
With a double bounty

God will give thee more.


Notes and Questions Into what do the rivers pour their , Read words from the third stanza water

which tell what the heart's Why do not the rivers run dry in best treasure is. doing this

What lines tell us that we must What do the flowers do with their not think about what we shall perfume ?

get back! Why is their fragrance not ex- Why should we not be afraid to hausted because of this?

give freely

Words and Phrases for Study PRONUNCIATION: tréas'-ures prince'-ly

pēr'-fūmes lăv'-ish dearth (dûrth)

rė-plěn'-ished VOCABULARY:

boun’-ti-ful-liberal in giving; plentiful. tréas'-ure—that which is very highly valued. frā'-grance-perfume; sweet smell.

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“What is the use,” said a fleecy cloud,

“Of these few drops that I hold ? They will hardly bend the lily proud,

Though caught in her cup of gold; Yet I am a part of God's great plan,

So my treasure I'll give as well as I can."


A child went merrily forth to play,

But a thought, like a silver thread, Kept winding in and out all day

Through the happy golden head; And it seemed to say, “Do all you can,

For you are a part of God's great plan.”


She knew no more than the glancing star,

Nor the cloud with its chalice full,
How, why, and for what all strange things are

She was only a child at school;
But she thought, “It is a part of God's great plan

That even I should do all that I can.”

So she helped a younger child along,

When the road was rough to the feet; And she sang from her heart a little song

That we all thought was passing sweet; And her father, a weary, toil-worn man,

Said, "I, too, will do the best that I can."


Notes and Questions What did the star determine to , To what is this thought com. do?

pared ? What did the cloud say it would How did the child try to help do?

others? Read the lines which tell the What influence did her little song

thought that was in the child's have upon her "weary, toilmind all day.

worn” father?

Words and Phrases for Study PRONUNCIATION: flee'.cy glán’-cing

chăl'-ice VOCABULARY:

wēa'-ry-tired; exhausted by toil.
strŭg'-gle—to use great effort.
gloom--partial or total darkness; dimness.


"silvery beams”
glancing star”
folding gloom”

“passing sweet”


(From Pippa Passes)


Robert Browning (1812-1889) was one of the great English poets. He was born in a suburb of London. He was buried in the Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey.

The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;

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