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Little maidens, when you lookOn this little story-book,Reading with attentive eyeIts enticing history;Never think that hours of playAre your only holiday,And that, in a time of joy,Lessons serve but to annoy.If in any HOUSE you findChildren of a gentle mind,Each the others helping ever,Each the others vexing never,Daily task and pastime dailyIn their order taking gaily—Then be very sure that theyHave a life of HOLIDAY.