TRUTH. ONCE there was a little boy, With curly hair and pleasant eye; A boy who always spoke the truth, And never, never told a lie. And when he trotted off to school The children all about would cry, "There goes the curly-headed boy, The boy who never tells a lie.” And everybody loved him so, Because he always told the truth, That every day, as he grew up, "Twas said, "There goes the honest youth!"* And when the people that stood near The answer would be always this: THE COW. THANK you, pretty cow, that made Every day and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank Where the purple violet grows, Watts IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF. How doth the little busy bee In works of labour or of skill For Satan finds some mischief still In books, or work, or healthful play, A LITTLE CHILD'S EVENING HYMN. JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me, Bless thy little lamb to-night; Through this day Thy hand has led me, Let my sins be all forgiven, Bless the friends I love so well; Take me, when I die, to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell. Mary Lundie Duncan. A LITTLE CHILD'S MORNING HYMN. THE morning bright, With rosy light, Has waked me from my sleep; Father, I own Thy love alone Thy little one doth keep. All through the day, I humbly pray, Be Thou my guard and guide; And let me live, Bless'd Jesus! near Thy side. O make Thy rest Great Spirit of all grace! Then shall I be CRADLE SONG. My dearest baby, go to sleep, On thy little snow-white bed, And upon thy pretty head. The silver stars are shining bright, And bid my baby dear "Good night!" And every bird has gone to rest Long since in its little nest. The lambs no longer run and leap, But by the daisies lie asleep; The flowers have closed their pretty eyes Until the sun again shall rise. |