The Seedling (by Paul Laurence Dunbar)

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872-1906

The Seedling
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
[from Lyrics of Lowly Life, 1896]


As a quiet little seedling
     Lay within its darksome bed,
To itself it fell a-talking,
     And this is what it said:

"I am not so very robust,
     But I 'll do the best I can;"
And the seedling from that moment
     Its work of life began.

So it pushed a little leaflet
     Up into the light of day,
To examine the surroundings
     And show the rest the way.

The leaflet liked the prospect,
     So it called its brother, Stem;
Then two other leaflets heard it,
     And quickly followed them.

To be sure, the haste and hurry
     Made the seedling sweat and pant;
But almost before it knew it
     It found itself a plant.

The sunshine poured upon it,
     And the clouds they gave a shower;
And the little plant kept growing
     Till it found itself a flower.

Little folks, be like the seedling,
     Always do the best you can;
Every child must share life's labor
     Just as well as every man.

And the sun and showers will help you
     Through the lonesome, struggling hours,
Till you raise to light and beauty
     Virtue's fair, unfading flowers.

 


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