Cousin Hatty's Hymns and Twilight Stories by William Crosby;H. P. Nichols
page 23 of 73 (31%)
page 23 of 73 (31%)
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That you're foolishly scared by a bee?
The bee is as frightened as you are, my dear, For he can't tell the way to get out; And as for his sting, that you never need fear, If you do not run crying about. If you were to catch him, why, then, I dare say You'd soon feel his sharp little sting; But if you sit still at your work or your play, Be sure that no harm he will bring. So wipe off these tears and never again Give way to so foolish a fright; For if you indulge it 't will cost you much pain And no one will want you in sight. [Illustration] SUNDAY. [Illustration: Letter T.] 'T is Sunday morning, dear mamma! I do not wish to play; Last night I put my dolls and toys |
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