SPARE THE INSECT.
“Oh, turn that little foot aside,Nor crush beneath its treadThe smallest insect of the earth,That looks to God for bread.“If He who made the universeLooks down in kindest love,To shape an humble thing like this,From His high throne above—“Why shouldst thou, then, in wantonness,That creature’s life destroy?Or give a pang to any thingThat He has made for joy?“My child, begin in little thingsTo act the gentle part;For God will turn His love awayFrom every cruel heart.”
“Oh, turn that little foot aside,Nor crush beneath its treadThe smallest insect of the earth,That looks to God for bread.“If He who made the universeLooks down in kindest love,To shape an humble thing like this,From His high throne above—“Why shouldst thou, then, in wantonness,That creature’s life destroy?Or give a pang to any thingThat He has made for joy?“My child, begin in little thingsTo act the gentle part;For God will turn His love awayFrom every cruel heart.”
“Oh, turn that little foot aside,Nor crush beneath its treadThe smallest insect of the earth,That looks to God for bread.
“Oh, turn that little foot aside,
Nor crush beneath its tread
The smallest insect of the earth,
That looks to God for bread.
“If He who made the universeLooks down in kindest love,To shape an humble thing like this,From His high throne above—
“If He who made the universe
Looks down in kindest love,
To shape an humble thing like this,
From His high throne above—
“Why shouldst thou, then, in wantonness,That creature’s life destroy?Or give a pang to any thingThat He has made for joy?
“Why shouldst thou, then, in wantonness,
That creature’s life destroy?
Or give a pang to any thing
That He has made for joy?
“My child, begin in little thingsTo act the gentle part;For God will turn His love awayFrom every cruel heart.”
“My child, begin in little things
To act the gentle part;
For God will turn His love away
From every cruel heart.”