AS a quiet little seedling
within its darksome bed,
To itself it fell a-talking,
this is what it said:
"I am not so very robust,
I'll do the best I can;"
And the seedling from that moment
work of life began.
So it pushed a little leaflet
into the light of day,
To examine the surroundings
show the rest the way.
The leaflet liked the prospect,
it called its brother, Stem;
Then two other leaflets heard it,
quickly followed them.
To be sure, the haste and hurry
the seedling sweat and pant;
But almost before it knew it
found itself a plant.
The sunshine poured upon it,
the clouds they gave a shower;
And the little plant kept growing
it found itself a flower.
Little folks, be like the seedling,
do the best you can;
Every child must share life's labor
as well as every man.
And the sun and showers will help you
the lonesome, struggling hours,
Till you raise to light and beauty
fair, unfading flowers.
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