Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live:
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home,—
As his meat you throw along
He'll repay you with a song;
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day;
The little lark goes soaring high
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if 'twere always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing,—
Oh! let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.
The Story of Abraham Lincoln and the Robins
One day in spring four men were riding on horseback along a country
road. These men were lawyers, and they were going to the next town to
There had been a rain, and the ground was very soft. Water was dripping
from the trees, and the grass was wet.
The four lawyers rode along, one behind another; for the pathway was
narrow, and the mud on each side of it was deep. They rode slowly, and
talked and laughed and were very jolly.
As they were passing through a grove of small trees, they heard a great
fluttering over their heads and a feeble chirping in the grass by the
"Stith! stith! stith!" came from the leafy branches above them.
"Cheep! cheep! cheep!" came from the wet grass.
"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was
Speed. "Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose
name was Hardin. "The storm has blown two of the little ones out of
the nest. They are too young to fly, and the mother bird is making a
great fuss about it."
"What a pity! They'll die down there in the grass," said the third
lawyer, whose name I forget.
"Oh, well! They're nothing but birds," said Mr. Hardin. "Why should
"Yes, why should we?" said Mr. Speed.
The three men, as they passed, looked down and saw the little birds
fluttering in the cold, wet grass. They saw the mother robin flying
about, and crying to her mate.
Then they rode on, talking and laughing as before. In a few minutes
they had forgotten about the birds.
But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped. He got
down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big
They did not seem frightened, but chirped softly, as if they knew they
"Never mind, my little fellows," said Mr. Lincoln "I will put you in
your own cozy little bed."
Then he looked up to find the nest from which they had fallen. It was
high, much higher than he could reach.
But Mr. Lincoln could climb. He had climbed many a tree when he was
a boy. He put the birds softly, one by one, into their warm little
home. Two other baby birds were there, that had not fallen out. All
cuddled down together and were very happy.
Soon the three lawyers who had ridden ahead stopped at a spring to
give their horses water.
"Where is Lincoln?" asked one.
All were surprised to find that he was not with them.
"Do you remember those birds?" said Mr. Speed. "Very likely he has
stopped to take care of them."
In a few minutes Mr. Lincoln joined them. His shoes were covered with
mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.
"Hello, Abraham!" said Mr. Hardin. "Where have you been?"
"I stopped a minute to give those birds to their mother," he answered.
"Well, we always thought you were a hero," said Mr. Speed. "Now we
Then all three of them laughed heartily. They thought it so foolish
that a strong man should take so much trouble just for some worthless
"Gentlemen," said Mr. Lincoln, "I could not have slept to-night, if
I had left those helpless little robins to perish in the wet grass."
Abraham Lincoln afterwards became very famous as a lawyer and
statesman. He was elected president. Next to Washington he was the
Story written by James Baldwin