On reaching home one evening,tired and somewhat dispirited,my little girl brouhgt me her copy-book which she had just completed. It ws her first and the young face reddened with a beautiful and honest flush,for she knew as she turned over the pages some little word of praise and cheer would reward her hard attempt.
The pages were very neatly written and I told her what pleasure it was to see how careful she had been. Presently we came to a page on which were two small blots. As she turned the page the little hand was laid upon them and looking up into my face with an artlessness that was beautiful,she said, " Papa, don't see the blots!"Ofcourse I did't see them,but I bent down and kissed the little forehead and was thankful for the lesson I had learned.
How precious it would be if, amid all the nameless strifes and discords that so fret and chafe us, we could just lay the finger on the sullied page of human lives and not "see the blots "!
When littlenesses and meannesses and petty oppositions annoy and vex us, if we would only look away from these to some brighter pages !
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