She had lifted up her heart, as well as her voice, in prayer and praise. Is it always so with us when we enter His holy temple? In the prayers do we always unite, and implore a blessing with the minister? Do we in singing lift up our hearts to God in gratitude? Let us resolve that it shall be so from this time, and not forget, that, "When to the house of God we go To hear his word and sing his love, To offer praises here below, With all the saints in heaven above, Our GOD is present with us there, And watches all our thoughts and ways; Oh, let us humbly join in prayer, Let us sincerely sing his praise." O, TURN that little foot aside, If He, who made the universe, Thou should'st not dare, in wantonness, My child, begin in little things CHILDHOOD. BY T. HOOD. I REMEMBER, I remember I remember, I remember The violets and lily-cups, Those flowers made of light,- I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air would rush as fresh To swallows on the wing. My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now; And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high, It was a childish ignorance; To know I'm further off from heaven MY MOTHER'S VOICE. My mother's voice falls on mine ear When she bids Heaven bless her child, My mother's voice is soft and slow, My mother's voice like music falls When, 'mid my childish merriment My mother's voice is sad and clear, But, O, the clear voiced crystal bell Whene'er she speaks of heaven! |