re structure of a hand,With its branching fingers fine,Work itself of hands divine,Strong, yet delicately knit,For ten thousand uses fit,Overlaid with so clear skinYou may see the blood within,—Who this hand would choose to coverWith a crust of dirt all over,Till it lookd in hue and shapeLike the… … V/G 38 POETRY FOR CHILDREN But to cherish stains impure,Soil deliberate to endure,On the skin to fix a stainTill it works into the grain,Argues a degenerate mind,Sordid, slothful, ill-inclined,Wanting in that self-respectWhich does virtue best protect.All-endearing cleanliness,Virtue next to…
Children's poetry, English
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