I'll tell him we always must try to please God, And never be cruel nor rude, For God is the Father of all living things, When little Samuel woke, And heard his Maker's voice, How much did he rejoice. O blessed, happy child, to find The God of heaven so near and kind. If God would speak to me, And say he was my friend, How happy I should be, Oh how should I attend. The smallest sin I then should fear, And does he never speak? He bids me come and seek THE POOR FAMILY. I saw an old cottage of clay, And only of mud was the floor, 'T was all falling into decay, And snow drifted in at the door. Yet there a poor family dwelt In a cottage so dismal and rude; And though keenest hunger they felt, They'd scarcely a morsel of food. The children were crying for bread, And to their poor mother would run"O give us some breakfast," they said; Alas, their poor mother had none. O then let the wealthy and gay MARY'S LITTLE LAMB. Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow; He followed her to school one day— That was against the rule; It made the children laugh and play, So the teacher turned him out, Then he ran to her, and laid "What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The eager children cry. "O, Mary loves the lamb, you know," The teacher did reply. And you each gentle animal In confidence may bind, And make them follow at your will, If you are only kind. Songs for Children. THE LITTLE BEGGARS. Two beggars are at the door, mamma, A beggar-boy and a beggar-girl, And the wind is biting, at every whirl, Oh, hasten and bring them in, mamma, And let them sit by this fire so warm, For they have been out in the cold, cold storm, And their clothes are tattered and thin. |