Little children, never give Pain to things that feel and live: Let the gentle robin come For the crumbs you save at home, -- As his meat you throw along He'll repay you with a song; Never hurt the timid hare Peeping from her green grass lair, Let her come and sport and play On the lawn at close of day; The little lark goes soaring high To the bright windows of the sky, Singing as if 'twere always spring, And fluttering on an untired wing, -- Oh! let him sing his happy song, Nor do these gentle creatures wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM |