 Lines Written for a School Declamation, by David Everett Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence You scarce expect one of my age to speak in public on this stage, and if I chance to fall below Demothesis or Cicero, don't view me with a critic's eye, but pass my imperfections by, large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow, and though now I am small and young, of judgment weak and feeble tongue, yet all great learned men like me once learned to read their ABC. But why may not Columbia's soil rearmen as great as Britain's oil? I'll exceed what Greece and Rome have done, or any land beneath the sun. Mayant Massachusetts boast as great as any other sister's state? Or where's the town go far or near that does not find a rival here? Or where's the boy but three feet high who's made improvement more than I? These thoughts inspire my youthful mind to be the greatest mankind. Great, not like Caesar stained with blood, but only great as I am good. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Lines written for a school declamation by David Everett Read for LibriVox.org by Algie Pug, Perth, Western Australia You've spoken by F-Frame H. Farrah, aged seven, New Ipswich, New Hampshire. You'd scarce expect one of my age to speak in public on the stage, and if I chance to fall below the Moth's knees or Cicero, don't view me with a critic's eye, but pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow, and though now I am small and young, of judgment weak and feeble tongue, yet all great learned men like me once learned to read their ABC. But why may not Columbia's soil rear men as great as Britain's Isle, exceed what Greece and Rome have done or any land beneath the sun? Maint Massachusetts boast as great as any other sister state? Or where's the town, go far or near, that does not find a rival here? Or where's the boy, but three feet high, who's made improvement more than I? These thoughts inspire my youthful mind to be the greatest of mankind. Great, not like Caesar, stained with blood, but only great as I am good. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Signs written for a school declamation by David Everett. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. To be spoken by Ephraim H. Farer, age seven, New Ipswich, New Hampshire. You'd scarce expect one of my age to speak in public on the stage, and if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, don't view me with a critic's eye, but pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow, and though now I am small and young, of judgment weak and feeble tongue, yet all great-learned men like me once learned to read their ABC. But why may not Columbia's soil rear men as great as Britain's Isle, exceed what Greece and Rome have done or any land beneath the sun? May at Massachusetts boast as great as any other sister state? Or where's the town go far or near that does not find a rival here? Or where's the boy but three feet high who's made improvement more than I? These thoughts inspire my youthful mind to be the greatest of mankind. Great not like Caesar, stained with blood, but only great as I am good. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Take my age to speak in public on that stage, and if I chance to fall below the Demosthenes or Cicero, don't view me with a critic's eye, but pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow, and though now I am small and young of judgment weak and feeble tongue, yet all great-learned men like me once learned to read their ABC. But why may not Columbia's soil rear men as great as Britain's Isle? Exceed what we's and won't have done or any land beneath the sun? May at Massachusetts boast as great as any other sister state? Or where's the town go far or near that does not find a rival here? Or where's the boy but three feet high who's made improvement more than I? These thoughts inspire my youthful mind to be the greatest of mankind. Wait, not like Caesar, stay with blood, but only great as I am rude! End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Lines written for a school declaration by David Everett. Read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. To be spoken by Ephraim H. Farrah, age 7. New Ipswich, New Hampshire. You'd scare to expect one of my age to speak in public on the stage, and if I chance to fall below Demoz the Knees, or Cicero, don't view me with a critic's eye, but pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow, and though now I am small and young, of judgment weak and feeble tongue, yet all great-learning men like me once learned to read their ABC, but why may not Columbia's soil rear men as great as Britain's are? Extede what Greece and Rome have done, or any land beneath the sun? Maint Massachusetts boast as great as any other sister state? Or where's the town go far or near that does not find a rival here? Or where's the boy but three feet high who's made improvement more than I? These thoughts inspire my useful mind to be the greatest of mankind. Great, not like Caesar stained with blood, but only great as I am good. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Lines written for a school declamation by David Everett. To be spoken by Efren H. Farah, age seven. New Ipswich, New Hampshire. You'd scarce expect one of my age to speak in public on the stage. And if I chance to fall below, Demosthenes or Cicera, don't view me with a critic's eye, but pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow, and though now I am small and young, of judgment weak and feeble tongue, yet all great learned men like me once learned to read their ABC. But why may not Columbia soil rear men as great as Britain's are? Exceed what Greece and Rome have done, or any land beneath the sun? Mainland Massachusetts boast as great as any other sister state, or where's the town go far or near that does not find a rival here? Or where's the boy but three feet high who's made improvements more than I? These thoughts inspire my youthful mind to be the greatest of mankind. Great, not like Caesar, stained with blood, but only great as I am good. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.