The Cut by Ann Taylor

Well, what's the matter? there's a face
What ! has it cut a vein?
And is it quite a shocking place?
Come, let us look again.

I see it bleeds, but never mind
That tiny little drop;
I don't believe you'll ever find
That crying makes it stop.

'Tis sad indeed to cry at pain,
For any but a baby;
If that should chance to cut a vein,
We should not wonder, may be.

But such a man as you should try
To bear a little sorrow:
So run along, and wipe your eye,
'Twill all be well to-morrow.

by Ann Taylor

Other poems by 'Ann Taylor'

A True Story

About the Little Girl that Beat Her Sister

Deaf Martha

For a Naughty Little Girl

Jane and Eliza

Learning to Go Alone

Meddlesome Matty

The Baby's Dance

The Chatterbox

The Cow

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