. Picture fables . ROD. CHILD. Bad Kod, how shall you punishd be, For all the trouble youve caused to me ROD. To quarrel with me, dear child, is vain; It was for your good I caused you pain. CHILD. So they say, but it hurt, I know ;Go you away, you bad Rod, go. With eyes of anger she lookd thereon,And thought, Could it but be for ever , when each counsel and warning wordThat her mother spoke, she with meekness heard,The Rod from the glass soon vanishd away; Ive even heard it was burnt one day. 83. BUTTERFLY. BUTTERFLY, Butterfly, flitting away, Shaking your bright wings, so radiant and
. Picture fables . ROD. CHILD. Bad Kod, how shall you punishd be, For all the trouble youve caused to me ROD. To quarrel with me, dear child, is vain; It was for your good I caused you pain. CHILD. So they say, but it hurt, I know ;Go you away, you bad Rod, go. With eyes of anger she lookd thereon,And thought, Could it but be for ever , when each counsel and warning wordThat her mother spoke, she with meekness heard,The Rod from the glass soon vanishd away; Ive even heard it was burnt one day. 83. BUTTERFLY. BUTTERFLY, Butterfly, flitting away, Shaking your bright wings, so radiant and gay, Nearer the candle, and yet more near; Poor little Butterfly, can you not hear ? You 11 burn to a cinder your painted wing, And die in anguish, poor heedless thing. The child felt sad for the butterfly, So he caught it swiftly and daintily ; He set it out on the window-sill,— There, through the night it felt frosty and chill; But on it the morning sunbeams fell, And it flutterd away, quite strong and well. 84
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