EASY POETRY.

A LITTLE CHILD'S RESOLVES.

O that it were my chief delight
To do the things I ought!
Then let me try with all my might
To mind what I am taught.

Whereever I am told to go,
I'll cheerfully obey;
Nor will I mind it much, although
I leave a pretty play.

When I am bid, I 'll freely bring
Whatever I have got;

And never touch a pretty thing,
If Mother tells me not.

When she permits me, I may

About my little toys;

But, if she 's busy or unwell,

I must not make a noise.

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And when I learn my hymns to say,
And work, and read, and spell,

I will not think about my play,
But try and do it well.

For God looks down from heaven on high,

Our actions to behold;
And He is pleased when children try
To do as they are told.

A MORNING HYMN.

"T is God Who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise,

And, to give light to all below,

Does send him round the skies.

When, from the chambers of the east,
His morning race begins,

He never tires, nor stops to rest,

But round the world he shines.

So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day,
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heav'nly way.

Give me, O Lord, Thy early grace;
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my days
Has all been spent in vain.

AN EVENING HYMN.

And now another day is gone,

I'll sing my Maker's praise;
My comforts every hour make known
His providence and grace.

But how my childhood runs to waste!
My sins, how great their sum!
Lord, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come.

I lay my body down to sleep;
Let angels guard my head,

And through the hours of darkness keep
Their watch around my bed.

With cheerful heart I close my eyes,

Since Thou wilt not remove; And in the morning let me rise, Rejoicing in Thy love.

THE SABBATH.

Lord, how delightful 't is to see
A whole assembly worship Thee!
At once they sing, at once they pray;
They hear of heaven, and learn the way.

I have been there, and still would go;
"T is like a little heaven below;
Not all my pleasure and my play
Shall tempt me to forget this day.

O write upon my memory, Lord,
The texts and doctrines of thy word;
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love Thee better than before.

With thoughts of Thee and things divine,
O fill this wandering heart of mine;
That, thro' Thy mercy, rich and free,
I may lie down, and wake with Thee.

INDUSTRY.

How well the little busy bee

Improves each shining hour;
And gathers honey all the day
From every opening flower!

How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neatly spreads her wax!
And labors hard to store it well

With the sweet food she makes.

In works of labor or of skill,

I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.

In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first

years be past;

That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.

BROTHERLY LOVE.

The God of heaven is pleased to see
A little family agree;

And will not slight the praise they bring,
When loving children join to sing.

For love and kindness please Him more
Than if we give Him all our store;
And children here, who dwell in love,
Are like His happy ones above.

The gentle child that tries to please,
That hates to quarrel, fret, and tease,
And would not say an angry word;

That child is pleasing to the Lord.