Classic Poem

Darling little Sister Edith
Little knoweth little heedeth,
Little hath and little needeth
Little hath to fear;
Easy is the life she leadeth
Life without a tear.

See her soon a busier Edith:
Book and pen and pencil needeth:
Many a pretty lesson readeth
To her mother dear;
Still an easy life she leadeth
Life without a tear.

Now she's grown an older Edith
Now how much she knoweth, heedeth,
Thinking oft of him that needeth
With a heart sincere! —
By the gentle life she leadeth
Drying many a tear.