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"They scorned our neighbours : — the goodly corn 
Was the butt of their niorrinient eve and morn, 
They lived on its land, from its bounty fed, 
But a word of thanks they never have said. 
"And which is the worthiest now, I pray? 
Have ye not learned enough to-day ? 
Is not the corn sheafed up with care, 
And are not the Poppies left dying there ? 
"The corn will be carried and garnered up 
To gladden man's heart both Avith loaf and cup ; 
And some of the seed the land now^ yields 
Will be brought again to its native fields, 
"And grow and ripen and wave next year 
As richly as this hath ripened here ; 
And we poor weeds, though needed not. 
Perchance may spring on this very spot. 
"But let us be thankful and humble too ; 
Not proud and vain of a gaudy hue. 
Ever remembering, though meanly drest;, 
That usefulness is of all gifts the best." 
Louisa A. Twamley. 
Will you drink of this fountain, and sorrow forget? 
Has the past been so blest that you hesitate yet ? 
Can love, when 'tis slighted, still cherish a token, 
Or hearts still forgive, that unkindness has broken ? 
Percival. 
