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Poems That Every Child Should Know

Such fate to suffering worth is given,
Who long with wants and woes has striven,
By human pride or cunning driven
To misery's brink,
Till wrenched of every stay but Heaven,
He, ruined, sink!


Even thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,
That fate is thine—no distant date;
Stern Ruin's plowshare drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,
Till crashed beneath the furrow's weight
Shall be thy doom.

Robert Burns.


Barbara Frietchie.

"Barbara Frietchie" will be beloved of all times because she was an old woman (not necessarily an old lady) worthy of her years. Old age is honourable if it carries a head that has a halo. (1807-92.)

Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,


The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.


Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,


Fair as the garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,


On that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall,