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But the careful Ant was in her nest, With her little ones by her side, She taught them all like herself to toil, Nor mind the sneer of pride,— And I thought, as I sat at the close of day, Eating my bread and milk, It was wiser to work and improve my time, Than be idle and dress in silk.

 

"He will not come," said the gentle child, And she patted the poor dog's head, And pleasantly call'd him, and fondly smil'd, But he heeded her not, in his anguish wild, Nor arose from his lowly bed.

'Twas his master's grave, where he chose to rest, He guarded it night and day; 