| 摘 要： | “Whose child is this?“ I asked one day Seeing a little one out at play “Mine,“ said the parent with a tender smile “Mine, to keep a little while To bathe his hands and comb his hair To tell him what he is to wear To prepare him that he may always be good And each day do the things he should.“ “Whose child is this?“ I asked again As the door opened and someone came in “Mine,“ said the teacher with the same tender smile “Mine, to keep just for a little while To teach him how to be gentle and kind To train and...
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