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THE HOLY CHILD.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
Lo, such the child whose early feet
O Thou, who giv'st us life and breath,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright,
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
Sweet rose in air whose odors wave,
Sweet Spring! of days and roses made,
Only a sweet and holy soul
Hath tints that never fly;
'T WAS night, and o'er the desert moor The wintry storm-gusts wildly blew, And so we closed our cottage door
And round our cheerful wood-fire drew : Each joined the hymn of evening praise, Then told a tale of Bible days.
First Charley, in his little chair,
With sober face, his tale began,
Then Henry spoke of Israel's guide,
And said, whatever might betide,
And little Freddy told of three
Who once a fiery furnace trod,
And how, to save them from the flame,
Then little Susan told of One
Who kindly all our sorrows bore
For us so very, very poor,
The tale was told, a crystal tear
Our evening hymn again rolled high;
Then grandpa prayed, — that dear old man,
To kneel around his elbow-chair.
And thus the Sunday evening passed,
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS.
EXODUS, CHAP. XX.
1. THOU shalt have no more gods but me;
2. Before no idol bow thy knee.
5. Give both thy parents honor due:
6. Take heed that thou no murder do.
8. Nor steal though thou art poor and mean,
9. Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it.
10. What is thy neighbor's dare not covet.
A RAIN once fell upon the earth
For many a day and night,
And hid the flowers, the grass, the trees,
The deep waves covered all the land,
And nothing could be seen around,
But yet there was one moving thing,-
At last, a little dove was forth
When evening came, she bent.
Again she went, but soon returned,
The waters sank, and then the dove
Then from the ark they all came forth,