Oh then the cherries, plums, and pears will show their blossoms white,

And apple trees all pink with bloom, will be a lovely sight.

Soon the tall grass must be cut down, and dried for hay so sweet,

Which, when the winter comes again, the cows and horses eat;

And now the fleece from sheep and lambs, is sheared to keep them cool,

And we have comfortable clothes, made from their useful wool.

AUTUMN.

'Tis Autumn when the corn lifts high, its yellow

ripened ears,

And the farmer very joyfully for reaping it

pares;

pre

And then he stores it in his barn to keep it safe,

until

It can be threshed and winnowed, and made ready for the mill.

The apples too are rosy red, and fit for gather

ing in,

And soon to crush them in the press for cider they'll begin:

The tempting blackberries are ripe, and in the

hedge-rows near,

Hang the brown nut and purple sloe, the last fruit of the year.

How grey and cold the mornings are, the evening closes fast,

The leaves are changing colour, and fall with every blast;

The farmer guides his plough, to turn the furrows straight and neat,

And with his harrow breaks the clods, and then puts in the wheat.

WINTER.

The labours of the field are done, for Winter

comes once more,

The streams are stiff with ice, and the ponds are frozen o'er;

The cattle want their winter food, and on the leafless bough,

The birds for crimson berries seek, their only nurture now.

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MORAL AND RELIGIOUS POETRY.

Our heavenly Father heeds the wants of every thing that lives;

Seed time and harvest, summer's heat, and winter's cold he gives;

The leaf, the blossom, and the fruit, each in its season due,

Oh! may we ever own his power, and trust and love him too.

END OF PART I.

PART II.

80.

HYMN.

To be sung by the Children,-the Congregation joining in the Chorus.

Holy, holy, holy Father!

Worshipped by a heavenly throng!

Listen to our feeble voices,

Nor despise our humble song. Hallelujah,

God of love, accept our praise.

For our earthly kind protectors,
Grateful hearts to thee we bring;
Thee the source of every blessing,
First and last our souls would sing.
Hallelujah,

Thanks, eternal thanks to God.

CHORUS.

Angels! round his throne attending
Loudly chaunt the choral lay!
Mortals wide your notes extending,
Swell the theme to endless day!
Hallelujah,

Angels, mortals, sound his praise.

While, in spring, the earth enlivening,
Opening, fragrant blossoms shine,
May our virtuous deeds expanding
Promise fruits of love Divine.
Hallelujah,

Gracious God mature our minds.

May each grateful pious feeling
Reign supremely in our breast;
All our lives our faith proclaiming,
Till our peaceful souls shall rest.
Hallelujah,

Hear us, aid us, God of love!

CHORUS.

Angels! round his throne attending,
Loudly chaunt the choral lay!
Mortals! wide your notes extending
Swell the theme to endless day!
Hallelujah,

Angels, mortals, praise the Lord!