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Kof Scotland flung himself down in a lonel mood to think;
’Tis true he was monarch, and wore a crown, but his heart was beginning to sink,
For he had been trying to do a great deed to make his people glad,
He had tried and tried, but couldn’t succeed, and so hebecame quite sad.
He flung himself down in low despair, as grieved as macould be;
And after a while as he pondered there, “I’ll give it all up,” said he.
Now just at the moment a spider dropped, with its silken cobweb clew,
And the king in the midst of his thinking stopped to see what the spider would do.
’Twas a long way up to the ceiling dome, and it hung bya rope so fine
That how it would get to its cobweb home, King Bruce could not divine.
It soon began to cling and crawl straight up with strong endeavor,
But down it came, with a slipping sprawl, as near to the ground as ever.
Up, up it ran, not a second it stayed, to utter the least complaint,
Till it fell still lower, and there it lay, a little dizzy, and faint.
Its head grew steady—again it went, and travelled a half yard higher,
’Twas a delicate thread it had to tread, and a road where its feet would tire.
Again it fell and swung below, but again it quickly mounted,
Till up and down, now fast, now slow, nine brave
attempts were counted.
“Sure,” cried the king, “that foolish thing will strive no more to climb,
When it toils so hard to reach and cling, and tumbles every time.”
But up the insect went once more, ah me, ’tis an anxious minute,
He’s only a foot from his cobweb door, oh, say will he lose or win it?
Steadily, steadily, inch by inch, higher and higher he got,And a bold little run at the very last pinch, put him into his
native spot.
“Bravo, bravo!” the king cried out, “all honor to those
who try;
The spider up there defied despair, he conquered, an
why shouldn’ t I?”
And Bruce of Scotland braced his mind, and gossips tell the tale,
That he tried once more as he tried before, and that time he did not fail.
Pay goodly heed, all you who read, and beware of saying,“I can’t,”
’Tis a cowardly word, and apt to lead to Idleness, Folly,and Want.
Whenever you find your heart despair of doing som
goodly thing,
Con over this strain, try bravely again, and remember the Spider and King.
—ELIZA COOK