"Be modest and retired," the Violet says; "Seek not for every man's admiring gaze; Better with me in lowly sweetness hide, Than be a vain obtruding child of pride." "Be thankful and content," the Stonecrop cries; E'en on this barren roof I grow and thrive,- "Boast not of beauty," says the blushing Rose; Judge not in haste," the Strawberry exclaims "Wisdom examines ere it harshly blames; To careless eyes I seem a barren root, But search beneath, and you shall find some fruit.” "See," says the Sunflower, "how, from morn till night, I turn towards the sun of life and light; So turn, from youth to age, with love and fear, "See," says the clinging Ivy, "though but weak, That thou, although so weak, mayst climb to heaven." Thus, the fair flowers that in my garden grow GOD IS LOVE. All I feel, and hear, and see, EARTH, with her ten thousand flowers; Heaven's resplendent countenance- Hath this record: God is love. Sounds among the vales and hills, All the hopes and fears that start THE VOICE OF THE GRASS. HERE I come creeping, creeping everywhere; On the sunny hill-side, In every shady nook, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; My pleasant face you'll meet, Silently creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; And the glad morning light, I come quietly, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; More welcome than the flowers In Summer's pleasant hours; The gentle cow is glad, And the merry bird not sad, To see me creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; In your still and narrow bed, And deck your silent home- Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; To Him at whose command Creeping, silently creeping everywhere. Sarah Roberts. "MY FATHER'S AT THE HELM." "TWAS when the sea, with awful roar, A little bark assailed, And pallid fear's distracted power Save one the captain's darling child, "Why sporting thus," a seaman cried, Christian! from Him be daily taught THE CRICKET. LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, Thus, thy praise shall be express'd, Though in voice and shape they be Neither light nor dawn of day Sing, then, and extend thy span Far beyond the date of man; Wretched man! whose years are spent In repining discontent, Lives not, aged though he be, Half a span, compared with thee.-Cowper. |