"And while I live, my little girl, Your lamb shall not be sold, It fed upon the cowslips tall, The little lamb would lay Asleep beneath the elm-tree's shade, Upon the summer's day, While she twined flowers around its neck, And called it her "sweet May." Thomas Miller. THE DAISY. WHAT hand but His who arched the skies, Could raise the daisy's purple bud, That, set in silver, gleams within, At every step the stamp of God?-Mason Good. I'M NOT TOO YOUNG FOR GOD TO SEE. I'm not too young for God to see; He knows my name and nature too, And all day long He looks at me, And sees my actions through and through. He listens to the words I say, And knows the thoughts I have within; And whether I'm at work or play, He's sure to see me if I sin. If some good minister is by, It makes us careful what we do; Then how much more ought we to fear The Lord who sees us through and through. Then, when I want to do amiss, I'm not too young for God to see. THE BETTER LAND. "I HEAR thee speak of the better land; Thou call'st its children a happy band; Mother! oh where is that radiant shore— Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance through the myrtle boughs?" "Not there, not there, my child!” "Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, "Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold— "Not there, not there, my child! "Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy; Mrs. Hemans. THE STAR IN THE EAST. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all! Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Heber. THE CLOCK AND THE DIAL. IT happen'd on a cloudy morn, My learned friend, if in thy power, The modest dial thus replied, Wait for him, then, return'd the clock, I am not that dependant block His counsel to implore; One winding serves me for a week, While thus the boaster was deriding A sunbeam, clear and strong, Show'd, on the line, three quarters more, And that the clock in striking four Had told his story wrong. On this the dial calmly said (More prompt t'advise than to upbraid): Friend, go be regulated; Thou answer'st without hesitation, Observe my practice, shun pretence, An answer meet supplies; LITTLE BOY BLUE. WHEN the corn-fields and meadows |