human
was waitin' by the brimmin'
gpt
-- Louder than the locust's buzzin,' louder than the breakers' roar, You could hear the wood-box holler,
human
Come and fill me up once more! And the old clock ticked and chuckled as you let each armful drop, Like it said,
gpt
Another minute, and you're nowheres near the top!
human
Would you like to sleep this mornin'? You git up and 'tend to me!
gpt
Fill me up again!
human
-- Awoke one Sabbath morn feeling at peace With God and all mankind. His wants supplied, He read his Bible and then knelt beside The family altar, and uplifted there His voice to God in fervent praise and prayer; In praise for blessings past, so rich and free, And prayer for benedictions yet to be. Then on a stile, which spanned the dooryard fence, He sat him down complacently, and thence Surveyed with pride, o'er the far-reaching plain, His flocks and herds and fields of golden grain; His meadows waving like the billowy seas, And orchards filled with over-laden trees, Quoth he:
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How vast the products of my lands; Abundance crowns the labor of my hands, Great is my substance; God indeed is good, Who doth in love provide my daily food.
human
Please mister, I have eaten naught to-day; If I had money I would gladly pay For bread; but I am poor, and cannot buy My breakfast; mister, would you mind if I Should ask for something, just for what you call Cold pieces from your table, that is all? The deacon listened to the child's request, The while his penetrating eye did rest On him whose tatters, trembling, quick revealed The agitation of the heart concealed Within the breast of one unskilled in ruse, Who asked not alms like one demanding dues. Then said the deacon:
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I am not inclined To give encouragement to those who find It easier to beg for bread betimes, Than to expend their strength in earning dimes Wherewith to purchase it. A parent ought To furnish food for those whom he has brought Into this world, where each one has his share Of tribulation, sorrow, toil and care. I sympathize with you, my little lad, Your destitution makes me feel so sad; But, for the sake of those who should supply Your wants, I must your earnest plea deny; And inasmuch as giving food to you Would be providing for your parents, too, Thus fostering vagrancy and idleness, I cannot think such charity would bless Who gives or takes; and therefore I repeat, I cannot give you anything to eat. Before this