MY MOTHER.
I MUST not tease my mother,
For she is very kind,
And everything she says to me
I must directly mind;
For when I was a baby,
And could not speak or walk,
She let me in her bosom sleep,
And taught me how to talk.
I must not tease my mother;
And when she likes to read,
Or has the headache, I will step
Most silently indeed.
I will not choose a noisy play,
Nor trifling troubles tell,
But sit down quiet by her side,
And try to make her well.
I must not tease my mother;
I've heard dear father say,
When I was in my cradle sick,
She nursed me night and day.
She lays me in my little bed,
She gives me clothes and food,
And I have nothing else to pay
But trying to be good.
I must not tease my mother;
She loves me all the day,
And she has patience with my faults,
And teaches me to pray.
How much I'll strive to please her,
She every hour shall see ;
For should she go away, or die,
What would become of me?
TWINKLE, twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light:
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
When the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not tell which way to go,
you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep;
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.
GOOD BEHAVIOUR.
VERY little things are we;
Oh, how mild we all should be;
Never quarrel, never fight—
That would be a shocking sight.
Just like pretty little lambs,
Softly skipping by their dams,
We'll be gentle all the day,
Love to learn as well as play.
In the winter, when 'tis mild,
We may run but not be wild;
But in the summer we must walk,
And improve the time by talk.
THE dog will stand and watch the sheep,
Or guard the house while men do sleep;
And so should we both watch and pray
That God would keep us night and day.
The dog will draw a load with care,
And guide the blind man here or there;
And so should we be always kind
To all the poor, or lame, or blind.
The dog will run, when he is told
To fetch the stick, or ball, if bowled ;
And so should we, as God doth say,
Our parents love, and them obey.
The dog will growl, and bark, and bite;
And cruel people make them fight;
But we should never angry be,
Nor scratch, nor fight, nor disagree.
The dog will sit, and beg for bread,
And be most glad when he is fed;
But we should all for wisdom pray
As well as bread, from day to day.
THE HAPPY LAND.
THERE is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day;
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King;
Loud let his praises ring—
Praise, praise for aye.
Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye; Led by a father's hand,
Love cannot die.
On, then, to glory run,
Be a crown and kingdom won,
And, bright above the sun,
We'll reign for aye.
Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will ye doubting stand?
Why still delay?
Oh! we shall happy be,
When, from sin and sorrow free,
Lord! we shall live with thee-
Blest, blest for aye.
THE GOLDEN RULE.
To do to others as I would
That they should do to me,
Will make me honest, kind, and good,
As children ought to be.
Whether I am at home, or school,
Or walking out abroad,
I never should forget this rule
Of Jesus Christ our Lord.
A VISIT TO THE LAMBS.
MAMMA, let's go and see the lambs;
This warm and sunny day
I think must make them very glad,
And full of fun and play.
Ah, there they are! You pretty things,
Now don't you run away;
I'm come on purpose with mamma,
To see you this fine day.
What pretty little heads you've got,
And such good-natured eyes;
And ruff of wool all round your necks,
How nicely curl'd it lies.
Come here, my little lambkin, come,
And lick my hand-now do! How silly to be so afraid,
Indeed, I won't hurt you.
Just put your hand upon its back,
Mamma-how nice and warm: There, pretty lamb, you see I don't Intend to do you harm.
MOTHER AND FATHER.
O MY mother, I would be
Kind and gentle unto thee;
Never may I wound that breast
Which fed and pillow'd me to rest.
Father, I would be to you
Always faithful, kind, and true;
And would honour and would love
My parents next to God above.
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