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That which other folks can do,
Why, with patience, may not you?
Why, with patience, may not you?

TRY, TRY, TRY AGAIN.

  
    
    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   

HOW SELFISH IT IS!

I’ve a home and kind friends, and abundance
to eat,

And clothing sufficient, both decent and neat,

And books, that my mind may to knowledge
aspire, |

And all that a child can in reason desire ;

But to care for my comfort, and only for this,

And forget my poor neighbors, how selfish it is!

I have got a plum-cake, and the whole is my
own,

And no one will know, if I eat it alone ;

But what if the cake be so sweet and so nice,

I dare say poor John would be glad of a slice:

My treat he shall share, a large slice shall be his,

For to cat all one’s self, Oh how selfish it is!

“My aunt kindly gave me a shilling last night,
For she knew that I wanted to buy a new kite;
But a poor aged widow lives over the way,

And she says she has not had a morsel to-day: