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A LITTLE GIRL'S PLEA FOR KINDNESS
BY MRS NEWTON CROSSLAND, LATE MISS TOULMIN.
Come, Rover! Ah, yes, by your tail wagging fast,
make out what I say,
At the close of this long summer's day:
For papa always strictly desires
Should have all that its nature requires.
And the crumbs from our breakfast we scatter abroad,
For the birds that fly wild in the air : When the fruit-trees are bending beneath a rich load,
We will not deny them their share.