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The king looked on him with gracious eyes,
So from the palace he rode away.
There was trouble and need in the town that day;
Help!" cried the mother with sorrow wild,
He shook her hand from his bridle rein:
I am sad at heart for your baby's fate,
One wintry night when the sun was set,
'Now, good Sir Knight, for Our Lady's sake, On the sightless wanderer pity take !
The wind blows cold, and the sun is down;
Nay," said the knight; "I cannot wait;
So on he rode in his armor bright, His sword all keen for the longed-for fight. "Laugh with us-laugh!" cried the merry crowd. "Oh! weep!" wailed others with sorrow bowed. "Help us!" the weak and weary prayed, But for joy, nor grief, nor need he stayed. And the years rolled on, and his eyes grew dim, And he died—and none made moan for him.
He missed the good that he might have done,
He that is faithful in that which is leas
"GIVE, AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE."
A FLOWER, on the bank of a brooklet,
"I've only enough for myself," said the Brook, "And naught for charity."
"O Cloud," said the Brook, "remember I'm expected soon at the sea,
And I'm almost out of fresh water
Then, O Cloud, remember me."
"I've nothing to give," said the Cloud, "unless "Tis a little sympathy."
"O Sea," said the Cloud, "you're rich and full, You can give me all I need;
If I had a quarter as much as you,
All cries for help I'd heed."
"I haven't too much," said the Sea, "and then "Tis my duty to feed."
"Sweet Flower," said the Bee," just give me a taste Of the honey within your cup."
But drawing nearer, the Bee perceived
The Sun was sailing along in the sky,
And the pebbly bed of the Brook, now dry,
And the gasping Sea, as restless quite
As if it had no dower.
And he smiled a smile, so bright and warm,
The Cloud supplied the Brook's need,
Our hearts are hard as the cold, hard stones,
Till the Sun of Righteousness arise,
Our selfishness to see.
Let us pray, my friend, for a bright, warm smile To fall on you and me.
THE TWO LITTLE STOCKINGS.
Two little stockings hung side by side,
"Ho, ho!" said he, with a laugh of fun,
So he crept up close to the chimney-place,
"Aha! what's this?" said he, in surprise,
"The other stocking you see on the wall
Saint Nicholas brushed a tear from his eye,
Hurry up," said Saint Nick, and nicely prepare All a little girl needs where money is rare."