Our leaves are our lungs, breathing air all around,
Our sap, like your blood, our veins courses through—
Don’t you think, little children, we’re somewhat like you?
“Your hearts are the soil, your thoughts are the seeds;
Your lives may become useful plants or foul weeds;
If thou think but good thoughts your lives will be true,
For good women and men were once children like you.”
Nellie M. Brown.
SONG—TUNE.—“Bounding Billows.”
