MORNING HYMN. GOD of mercy and of love, Lo! the happy light of day Father, keep me all day long Hark! the birds are singing gay ; Let me sing, as well as they, For His mercies and His love. W. H. H. ("Little Poems for Little Readers"). SUMMER-TIME. I LOVE the cheerful summer-time, Its shining garments green and smooth, I love to hear the little birds, I love the gentle, murmuring stream; I love the bright and glorious sun, I love to hear the busy hum And learn a lesson, hard to learn, I love to see the playful lambs, I love the faithful, watchful dog, I love to think of Him who made These pleasant things for me; Who gave me life, and health, and strength, I love the holy Sabbath-day, ANONYMOUS. MORNING HYMN. "TIs God who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise; And to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies. When from the chambers of the east He never tires, nor stops to rest, So, like the sun, would I fulfil Give me, O Lord, thine early grace, That the young morning of my days DR. WATTS. COMMON THINGS, THE sun it is a glorious thing, The moon-light is a gentle thing; It shines upon the fisher's boat, Or where the little lambkins lie,' The dew drops on the summer morn The village children brush them off There are no gems in monarchs' crowns But tread them off in play. Poor Robin on the pear-tree sings, Beside the cottage-door; The heath-flower fills the air with sweets Upon the pathless moor. EASY RHYMES AND There are as many lovely things, For those who sit by cottage-hearths As those who sit on thrones. MRS. HAWKSHAWE. LOVE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER. I HAD a little friend, And every day he crept In sadness to his brother's tomb, And when I ask'd him why He mourn'd so long and sore, He answer'd through his tears, "Because "Sometimes I was not kind, Or cross, or coldly spake." And then he turn'd away, and sobb'd Brothers and sisters are a gift Whene'er they meet my eyes. |