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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boy And The Snake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Henry was every morning fed<br>With a full mess of milk and bread.<br>One day the boy his breakfast took,<br>And eat it by a purling brook<br>Which through his mother's orchard ran.<br>From that time ever when he can<br>Escape his mother's eye, he there<br>Takes his food in th'open air.<br>Finding the child delight to eat<br>Abroad, and make the grass his seat,<br>His mother lets him have his way.<br>With free leave Henry every day<br>Thither repairs, until she heard<br>Him talking of a fine grey bird.<br>This pretty bird, he said, indeed,<br>Came every day with him to feed,<br>And it loved him, and loved his milk,<br>And it was smooth and soft like silk.<br>His mother thought she'd go and see<br>What sort of bird this same might be.<br>So the next morn she follows Harry,<br>And carefully she sees him carry<br>Through the long grass his heaped-up mess.<br>What was her terror and distress,<br>When she saw the infant take<br>His bread and milk close to a snake!<br>Upon the grass he spreads his feast,<br>And sits down by his frightful guest,<br>Who had waited for the treat;<br>And now they both begin to eat.<br>Fond mother! shriek not, O beware<br>The least small noise, O have a care-<br>The least small noise that may be made,<br>The wily snake will be afraid-<br>If he hear the lightest sound,<br>He will inflict th'envenomed wound.<br>She speaks not, moves not, scarce does breathe,<br>As she stands the trees beneath;<br>No sound she utters; and she soon<br>Sees the child lift up its spoon,<br>And tap the snake upon the head,<br>Fearless of harm; and then he said,<br>As speaking to familiar mate,<br>'Keep on your own side, do, Grey Pate:'<br>The snake then to the other side,<br>As one rebukëd, seems to glide;<br>And now again advancing nigh,<br>Again she hears the infant cry,<br>Tapping the snake, 'Keep further, do;<br>Mind, Grey Pate, what I say to you.'<br>The danger's o'er-she sees the boy<br>(O what a change from fear to joy!)<br>Rise and bid the snake 'good-bye;'<br>Says he, 'Our breakfast's done, and I<br>Will come again to-morrow day:'<br>Then, lightly tripping, ran away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a></strong></div>