HUMAN NATURE



Two little children five years old, 

Marie the gentle, Charlie the bold; 

Sweet and bright and quaintly wise, 

Angels both, in their mother's eyes.

But you, if you follow my verse, shall see 

That they were as human as human could be, 

And had not yet learned the maturer art 

Of hiding the "self" of the finite heart.

One day they found in their romp and play 

Two little rabbits soft and gray, 

Soft and gray, and just of a size, 

As like each other as your two eyes.

All day long the children made love 

To the dear little pets, their treasure trove: 

They kissed and hugged them until the night 

Brought to the conies a glad respite.

Too much fondling doesn't agree 

With the rabbit nature, as we shall see, 

For ere the light of another day 

Had chased the shadows of night away,

One little pet had gone to the shades, 

Or, let us hope, to perennial glades, 

Brighter and softer than any below, 

A heaven where good little rabbits go.

The living and dead lay side by side,

And still alike as before one died;

And it chanced that the children came singly to view 

The pets they had dreamed of all the night through.

First came Charlie, and, with sad surprise, 

Beheld the dead with streaming eyes; 

However, consolingly, he said, 

"Poor little Marie, her rabbit is dead!"

Later came Marie, and stood aghast;

She kissed and caressed it, but at last

Found voice to say, while her young heart bled,

"I'm so sorry for Charlie, his rabbit's dead!" 





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A TRUE INCIDENT