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Poems Every Child Should Know by  Mary E. Burt

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Poems Every Child Should Know
by Mary E. Burt
An outstanding collection of poems that appeal to both boys and girls, compiled by a teacher who believed in the formative power of learning poetry by heart. 'Children,' she maintains, 'should build for their future and get, while they are children, what only the fresh imagination of the child can assimilate. They should store up an untold wealth of heroic sentiment; they should acquire the habit of carrying a literary quality in their conversation; they should carry a heart full of the fresh and delightful associations and memories connected with poetry hours to brighten mature years. They should develop their memories while they have memories to develop.' The poems are grouped into six sections (The Budding Moment, The Little Child, The Day's at the Morn, Lad and Lassie, On and On, 'Grow Old Along with Me') to make it easier to locate poems that match a child's maturity.  Ages 8-12
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MOLY

[233] "Moly" (mo'ly), by Edith M. Thomas (1850-), in the best possible presentation of the value of integrity. This poem ranks with "Sir Galahad," if not above it. It is a stroke of genius, and every American ought to be proud of it. Every time my boys read "Odysseus" or the story of Ulysses with me we read or learn "Moly." The plant moly grows in the United States as well as in Europe.

Traveller, pluck a stem of moly,

If thou touch at Circe's isle,—

Hermes' moly, growing solely

To undo enchanter's wile!

When she proffers thee her chalice,—

Wine and spices mixed with malice,—

When she smites thee with her staff

To transform thee, do thou laugh!

Safe thou art if thou but bear

The least leaf of moly rare.

Close it grows beside her portal,

Springing from a stock immortal,

Yes! and often has the Witch

Sought to tear it from its niche;

But to thwart her cruel will

The wise God renews it still.

Though it grows in soil perverse,

Heaven hath been its jealous nurse,

And a flower of snowy mark

Springs from root and sheathing dark;

Kingly safeguard, only herb

That can brutish passion curb!

Some do think its name should be

Shield-Heart, White Integrity.

Traveller, pluck a stem of moly,

If thou touch at Circe's isle,—

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Hermes' moly, growing solely

To undo enchanter's wile!


EDITH M. THOMAS.





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