Learning a Poem

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Teachers Three

Trested awhile in a quiet nook,

And found there teachers three

One was a bird, and one was a brook,

And one was a green, green tree.


The wee bird sang a cheerful song

That no one heard but me;

And it seemed to say, “You’ve heard my lay,

Pass on its melody!”

And the brook flowed on in a glad, glad way,

Smiling at the rock’s rebuff.

“I have no room,” it said, “for gloom;

I laugh when the road is rough!”

green tree stood with wide, wide boughs,

Like hand outstretched to greet;


And when the branches stirred,

I caught this word:

“Be a friend to all you meet!”



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