POEMS. A LITTLE GIRL'S PLEA FOR KINDNESS TO ANIMALS. BY MRS NEWTON CROSSLAND, LATE MISS TOULMIN. COME, Rover! Ah, yes, by your tail wagging fast, Of our supper we're ready to give you a taste, Though I know you're not hungry-not very, that is- That each animal kept in a dwelling of his Should have all that its nature requires. And the crumbs from our breakfast we scatter abroad, For the birds that fly wild in the air: When the fruit-trees are bending beneath a rich load, We will not deny them their share. B |