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Let love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flow;
In every action glow.
Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;
His bosom glow with love.
WAKE, little child, the morn is gay,
The air is fresh and cool;
Before you go to school.
Kneel down and speak the holy words ;
God loves your simple prayer Above the sweet songs of the birds, The bleating of the gentle herds,
The flowers that scent the air.
And when the quiet evenings come,
And dew-drops wet the sod,
When bats and owls begin to roam,
Then kneel again to God.
Because you need Him day and night,
To shield you with His arm;
And keep you safe from harm.
THE SABBATH BELL.
“ COME, Willie, come—the sun shines bright,
And lovely is the day;
E'en now has passed away.
“The morning air, no longer chill,
Of Spring's approach doth tell; And, echoed by each answering hill,
I hear the Sabbath bell.
“Its silvery tones, so sweet and clear,
Swell on the stilly air;
“ 'Tis very, very pleasant here,
With the sun so bright and warm ; The little lambs are frisking near,
As if they feared no harm.
“The blue-bird flies from tree to tree,
The sparrows hop around; The yellow crocus, too, I see,
Just peeping through the ground.
“I'm sure you need not fear for me,
With brother I will play ;
will let me stay."
“My child, 't is God who bids you come,
This is His holy day ;
In listlessness or play.
“O, come-ere His displeasure falls ;
His favor let us seek;
For blessings on the week.
“ Willie, I know that gathering tear
A contrite heart doth tell; O, ever lend a listening ear
To the sweet Sabbath bell."
“I'm very, very lonely,
Alas, I cannot play ;
Throughout the livelong day.
Her light hand on my head,
Alas, my mother's dead !
I have no heart to play alone;
To-day I thought I'd try,
But ah, it made me cry;
Now mother dear has gone,
And kiss her little son ?
I'll get my blessed Bible,
And sit me down and read :
Would prove a friend in need.
To hear her voice of love;
From her bright home above.