Mother's Picture Alphabet, Page 11
A begins Arch, under which, in the rain,
We sheltered awhile till the sun shone again.
A begins Apple, so juicy and sweet,
That, when ripe in Autumn, we all like to eat,
A begins Acorn,—the oak’s seed, you know:
How strange that from it such a great tree should grow
Anchor, made strong, the deep sea-bed to grip;
That stops in a moment the mightiest ship.
A begins Angel, that dwells far above.
Also dear Aunt, whom we all of us love,
Young cousins, Ada, and Alice, and Ann:
Albert;—and Arthur, who’ll soon be a man.
Pious king Alfred,—a good King indeed!
Abel, of whom in the Bible we read:
Abraham, Aaron, and many a name,
That stands in that record for praise or for blame.
But, till you are able to search for them there,
Ask dearest mamma to explain who they were.