CHRISTMAS HYMN. WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he (for mighty dread "To you, in David's town, this day The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; "The heavenly babe you there shall find All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith "All glory be to God on high, MOTHER AND CHILD. BEHOLD a little baby boy, A happy babe is he; His throne his mother's knee. Now in her face with laughing eye And now at rest Upon her breast He gently sinks to sleep. His lips are red, his teeth like pearls ; The rogue! he has but two; His golden hair How soft and fair, His tiny hands are white and plump: And, waking or asleep, Beneath his clothes His little toes, How cunningly they peep! Oh, many things are beautiful: When day is done, The rainbow in the skies. My own pet lamb is innocent, And full of play is he; The violet, With dew-drops wet, Is sweet and fair to me. But there is one more beautiful, With heart of joy— GOOD LITTLE FRED. WHEN little Fred was called to bed, He kiss'd papa, and then mamma, He made no noise, like naughty boys, Directly went, when he was sent, And always said his prayers. SPRING. I'm very glad the Spring is come-the sun shines out so bright, The little birds upon the trees are singing for delight, The young grass looks so fresh and green, the lambkins sport and play, And I can skip and run about as merrily as they. I like to see the daisy and the buttercups once more, The fishes in the little brook are jumping up on high, There's not a cloud upon the sky, there's nothing dark or sad; Spring. |