And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O;
He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne’er a farthing, O—
For without an honest, manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.
—Robert Burns.
HIAWATHA’S CHILDHOOD.
From “The Song of Hiawatha.”
At the door on summer evenings
Sat the little Hiawatha;
Heard the whispering of the pine-trees,
Heard the lapping of the water,