Anonymous

“ She can play and prat-tle too,
'Tis not very long ago
Since she was a babe like you.
Then mam-ma o'er lit-tle May
Day and night her watch would keep;
May her care can now re-pay,
Watch-ing ba-by whilst a-sleep.
SUM-MER FLOW-ERS. "The de-sert shall re-joice, and blos-som as the rose."—ISAIAH XXXV. I. Be-hold the flow-ers of June! how fair
And bright their buds ap-pear,
As, open-ing to the sum-mer air,
Our eyes and hearts they cheer! ”

“ MAM-MA. To the lot of our dear lit-tle Rose
We trust every bless-ing may fall;
And this is the prayer and the fond hope of those
Who love her most dear-ly of all.
So now, lit-tle Rose, can you guess
Who sent you this let-ter by post?
ROSE. Oh, yes, dear mam-ma, I can tell you; oh, yes!
For you, and pa-pa, love me most.
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"YOUR HEA-VEN-LY FA-THER FEED-ETH THEM." God loves His lit-tle birds; for all
His ten-der care He shows ”

“ Peo-ple, in the smoke and smo-ther,
Run-ning up a-gainst each other,
No one see-ing, much less know-ing,
Whi-ther he or she was go-ing.
Little Jane clung to her sis-ter,
While Anne com-fort-ed and kissed her,
For the girls felt bro-ken-heart-ed,
Fear-ing lest they should be part-ed.
So they were when Char-lie found them,
Lost a-mid the crowd a-round them,
But so glad when they es-pied him,
And came trip-ping home beside him.
TRUST IN GOD. "He ma-keth light-nings for the rain; He bring-eth the wind out of His trea-sur-ies."—Ps. CXXXV. 7. ”

“ Fill-ing hands and a-prons white
With the scar-let blos-soms bright.
Gau-dy pop-pies must not stay
Till the fu-ture har-vest day:
They would wi-ther when the heat
Ri-pens all the gold-en wheat—
Life for them is short and sweet.
ON THE WA-TER. In our lit-tle boat to glide
On the wa-ter blue and wide,
While the sky is smooth and bright,
What could give us more de-light?
See the rip-ples, how they run,
Twink-ling bright-ly in the sun;
While re-flect-ed we can see
Sha-dows of each hill and tree. ”

“ For none will in-jure you.
"And, Kit-ty, since you've lost your way,
You need no fur-ther roam;
But stop, and dine with us to-day,
And then, if you would wish to stay,
Poor Kit-ty, here's your home.
"And we will feed you fine and fat,
On fresh new milk and nice;
And, when you grow to be a cat,
You can re-quite us well for that,
By catch-ing all the mice."
THE MAY-POLE. Round the May-pole, on the grass,
Mer-ry lit-tle foot-steps pass ”

“ You, bro-ther Ben, the tongs must take,
For they will good tri-an-gles make;
Hal clicks the 'bones,' and Em-me-line
Will beat her lit-tle tam-bour-ine,
And cous-in Fred will drum a-way,
And Kate the con-cer-ti-na play.
All must at-tend to Tom; and mind
None play too fast, nor lag be-hind ”

“ And so if you will sit
Quite still and good, till I say 'Take!'
Then you shall have a bit;
So, Snap, be good!"
THE STRAY KIT-TEN. "Come, Kit-ty, come; you need not fear,
Nor make that plain-tive mew ”