Said the boy as he read, “I too will be bold,
I will fight for the truth and its glory!”
He went to the playground, and soon had told
A very cowardly story!
Said the girl as she read, “That was grand, I declare!
What a true, what a lovely, sweet soul!”
In half-an-hour she went up the stair,
Looking as black as a coal!
“The mean little wretch, I wish I could fling
This book at his head!” said another;
Then he went and did the same ugly thing
To his own little trusting brother!
Alas for him who sees a thing grand
And does not fit himself to it!
But the meanest act, on sea or on land,
Is to find a fault, and then do it!
(George MacDonald)
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