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Without delay;

The good man pitied

Ida May.

He gently wiped

Her tears away;

And when she left,

Kind Mr. Gray

Said to the child,

“One moment stay—

I’ll give some plums To Ida May.”

“I could not eat

A plum to-day!”

Said Ida, then,

To Mr. Gray.

She went to school

And all the way

God saw the heart

Of Ida May

Was sweetly raised

To Him, to pray

That He would wash

Her sins away—

For Jesus’ sake.

And God that day,

Freely forgave

Dear Ida May.

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Is it right, Mr. Peacock, to strut about so?

Your plumage is fine ’tis allowed;

And had you but painted that beautiful tail, You would then, with some reason, feel proud.

Many bright little flowers, as pretty as you,

Are found in some shady retreat.

Go learn of the rose-buds and violets, too,

Their modesty renders them sweet.

God gave you the plumage we so much admire;

God painted the butterfly’s wing;

God deck’d the green fields with flowers so gay,

And taught the dear birds how to sing.

Many things in this beautiful world He has made