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The Spider
H. P. Nichols


Don't kill the spider, little Fred,
But come and stand by me,
And watch him spin that slender thread,
Which we can hardly see.

How patiently, now up, now down,
He brings that tiny line!
He never stops, but works right on,
And weaves his web so fine.

You could not make a thread so small,
If you should try all day;
So never hurt him, dear, at all,
But spare him in your play.

This poem is in the public domain.


Henry P. Nichols (1816 - 1890) was from Salem, Massachusetts. He operated a very successful publishing company in Boston in the mid-1800s with partner William Crosby. The company later became Nichols & Noyes.



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Can well relate to charming poem. Feel as if I'm running a spider sanctuary in my house. They must have heard I rarely clean and never kill. Meanwhile two huge ones guard the outdoor sides of my entry door, each like a mini Cerberus.
Posted 09/27/2021 03:43 PM
I am a Peter Parker fan!
Posted 09/26/2021 09:16 AM
Darrell Arnold:
Nice and simple. Elegant and beautiful. I like this description of part of God's nature world. Watching videos of spiders spinning giant webs is mind blowing. How could that ever occur through evolution, alone? It's a complicated task. Awesome.
Posted 09/26/2021 08:23 AM
Larry Schug:
When my wife and I find a spider in the house we take it outside and release it. The more spiders outdoors, the more webs to shine with dew in the morning sun and make my breath catch at their beauty, says little Fred who has learned a lesson from a poem.
Posted 09/26/2021 07:33 AM

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