Then lime and bark the tanner takes, And of her skin he leather makes; And this we know they mostly use To make us good strong boots and shoes; And last of all, if cut with care,
Her horns make combs to comb our hair. And so we learn, thanks to our teachers, That cows are very useful creatures.
Down upon my pillow warm I now lay my little head, And the rain, and wind, and storm, Cannot come too nigh my bed.
Many little children poor
Have not anywhere to go; And sad hardships they endure, Such as I did never know.
Dear mamma, I'll thank you oft For this comfortable bed, And this pretty pillow soft, Where I rest my weary head.
And I'll lift my heart in prayer To the God that dwells above; Thank Him for His watchful care, And for all His tender love.
ONCE there was a little boy
With curly hair and pleasant eye, A boy who always told the truth, And never, never, told a lie.
And when he trotted off to school, The children all about would cry, "There goes the curly-headed boy, The boy that never tells a lie."
And everybody loved him so, Because he always told the truth, That every day, as he grew up,
"Twas said, "There goes the honest youth."
And when the people that stood near Would turn to ask the reason why, The answer would be always this, "Because he never tells a lie."
"DEAR Mary," said the poor blind boy, "That little bird sings very long;
Say, do you see him in his joy,
And is he pretty as his song?"
"Yes, Edward, yes," replied the maid, "I see the bird on yonder tree; The poor boy sigh'd, and gently said, Sister, I wish that I could see..
"The flowers, you say, are very fair, And bright-green leaves are on the trees, And pretty birds are singing there- How beautiful for one who sees!
"Yet I the fragrant flowers. can smell, And I can feel the green leaf's shade, And I can hear the notes that swell
From those dear birds that God has made.
"So, sister, God to me is kind,
Though sight to me He has not given;
But tell me, are there any blind
Among the children up in heaven ?"
NEVER FORGET TO PRAY.
NEVER, my child, forget to pray, Whate'er the business of the day: If happy dreams have bless'd thy sleep, If startling fears have made thee weep, With holy thoughts begin the day, And ne'er, my child, forget to pray.
Pray Him by whom the birds are fed, To give to thee thy daily bread:
If wealth His bounty should bestow, Praise Him from whom all blessings flow: If He who should take away,
O ne'er, my child, forget to pray.
The time will come when thou wilt miss A father's and a mother's kiss;
And then, my child, perchance you'll see Some who in prayer ne'er bend the knee: From such examples turn away, And ne'er, my child, forget to pray.
I WILL not fear, For God is near, Through the dark night, As in the light;
And while I sleep, Safe watch will keep. Why should I fear, When God is near ?
MAMMA, let's go and see the lambs; This warm and sunny day,
I think, must make them very glad, And full of fun and play.
Ah, there they are. You pretty things!
Now, don't you run away;
I'm come on purpose, with mamma, To see you this fine day.
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