He touched the distaff, rocked the little one.
Rose, signed to Peter, and they gat them gone.
When she to whom the Lord had given this proof
Of good-will came back to her humble roof,
She found, nor knew what Friend the deed had done,
The baby sleeping and the flax all spun!
—Francois Coppee.
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THE BEST THAT I CAN
"I cannot do much," said a little star,