POEM
King Bruce of Scotland flung himself down The king sat down suddenly. In a lonely mood to think; He was alone and thinking sadly. ‘Tis true he was monarch, and wore a crown, He was a king and had great power. But his heart was beginning to sink. Still, he was losing hope. For he had been trying to do a great deed, He wanted to do something big and good. To make his people glad; He wanted to make his people happy. He had tried and tried, but couldn’t succeed He tried many times but failed. And so he became quite sad. So, he felt very unhappy. He flung himself down in low despair, He felt very hopeless. As grieved as man could be; He was extremely sad. And after a while he pondered there, He sat and thought deeply. “I’ll give it all up,” said he. He decided to quit. Now just at that moment a spider dropped, Suddenly, a spider came down. With its silken, filmy clue; It came on a thin silk thread. And the King stopped to see what the spider would do. T...