How long, sometimes, a day appears, And weeks, how long are they? Months move along as if the years Would never pass away. But months and years are passing by, And soon must all be gone; For day by day, as minutes fly, Eternity comes on. Days, months, and years must have an end; Eternity has none; 'Twill always have as long to spend As when it first begun. Great God! thy creatures cannot tell But we would pray that we may dwell THE PAPER KITE. My waking dreams are best conceal'd: But now and then I gain, when sleeping, And pierce the clouds beyond their sight: In vain it tried to soar away; Newton. EARLY PIETY. GOD loves the child that humbly prays, And truly seeks His face; That walks in all His holy ways, Depending on His grace. God loves the child whose earliest youth Is given to the Lord; Who fears His name and speaks the truth, And trembles at His word. God loves all those who prize His love; Will shine upon them from above, O heavenly father! shine on me, To love, and serve, and honour Thee, CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER. THE birds have flown away, The flowers are dead and gone, The clouds look cold and grey The trees with solemn sighs Their naked branches swing; The winter winds arise, And mournfully they sing. Upon his father's knee Was Charley's happy place, And very thoughtfully He looked up in his face; And these his simple words:— "Father, how cold it blows! What 'comes of all the birds, Amidst the storms and snows?" "They fly far, far away From storms, and snows, and rain ; "And will my flowers come, too?" "And all be bright and new, That now looks cold and dead?" yes, dear; in the Spring Ob, And all be made alive." "Who shows the birds the way, "And when no flower is seen And bring the flowers again?” "My son, there is a power That none of us can see, "He through the pathless air |