Great God! forgive, whenever we
Forget Thy will, and disagree;
And grant that each of us may find
The sweet delight of being kind.

GOD'S CARE FOR HIS CREATURES.

Each creature, that has life and breath.
To God his being owes ;

He guards them all, from birth till death,
And all their wants He knows.

Huge beasts, that in the forest roam,
On Him for food depend;

And those that make the seas their home,
His bounteous care attend.

Each fly that spreads its lovely wings,-
The meanest worms that crawl,—
Each bird that in the thicket sings,-
He feeds and clothes them all.

His love to man He thus displays;
For none were made in vain :
A blessing we, in different ways,
From every creature gain.

All, all are happy! He contrives
To fill with joy their span;

His tender love has blest their lives,
As well as that of man.

Then, since their lives, however short,
Are formed by God for joy,-

O! let us not, in wanton sport,
That happiness destroy.

THE FIRST GRIEF.

Oh! call my brother back to me,
I cannot play alone;

The summer comes with flower and bee,-
Where is my brother gone?

The butterfly is glancing bright
Across the sunbeam's track;

I care not now to chase its flight,—
Oh! call my brother back!

The flowers run wild, the flowers we sowed
Around our garden tree;

Our vine is drooping with its load ;—

Oh! call him back to me!

He would not hear thy voice, fair child!
He may not come to thee;

The face that once like spring time smiled,
On earth no more thou'lt see.

A rose's brief, bright life of joy ;
Such unto him was given;
Go! thou must play alone, my boy!
Thy brother is in heaven.

And has he left the birds and flowers,

And must I call in vain ?

And through the long, long summer hours,
Will he not come again?

And by the brook, and in the glade,
Are all our wanderings o'er?
Oh! while my brother with me played,
Would I had loved him more !

THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT."

The sun is hidden from our sight,
The birds are sleeping sound;
'Tis time to say to all, "Good night,"
And give a kiss all round.

"Good night, my Father, Mother dear, Now kiss your little son;

Good night, my friends, both far and near, Good night to every one.

"Good night, ye merry, merry birds,

Sleep well till morning light; Perhaps if you could sing in words,

You would have said, 'Good night.'

"To all my pretty flowers, 'Good night,' Like me you go to sleep;

And all the stars that shine so bright,
O'er you their watches keep."

The moon is lighting up the skies,
The stars are sparkling there;
'Tis time to shut our weary eyes,
And say our evening prayer.

THE ROBIN'S PETITION.

When the leaves had forsaken the trees, And the forests were chilly and bare, When the brooks were beginning to freeze,

And the snow waved fast through the air;

ar little nest, once so neat,

now empty, and ragged, and torn; On some tree should I now take my seat, I'd be frozen to death before morn.

"Oh! throw me a morsel of bread!
Take me in by the side of your fire!
And when I am warmed and fed,
I'll whistle what all will admire.

"Till the sun be again shining bright, And the snow be all gone, let me stay; Oh! see what a terrible night!

I shall die if you drive me away.