You make all the woods With your loud and silvery notes. It was God, said a lark, As he rose from the earth; He gives us the good we enjoy : He painted our wings, He gave us our voice, PRIDE. How proud we are, how fond to show The tulip and the butterfly Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. Watts. GOOD GIRLS. Two good little girls, Marianne and Maria, They seldom or never were heard to dispute. If one wants a thing that the other could get, If one of them happens to have something nice, When papa or mamma had a job to be done, These good little girls would immediately run, And not stand disputing to which it belonged, And grumble and fret and declare they were wronged. Whatever occurred in their work or their play, They were willing to yield and give up their own way: Then let us all try their example to mind, And always, like them, be obliging and kind. Taylor. THE BEST WAY FOR MOLLY TO BE HAPPY. She said, "I should like to be happy to-day, If I could but tell which was the easiest way; But then I don't know any pretty new play: And as to the old ones, why, which is the best? There's old blind-man's-buff, hide-and-seek, and the rest Or pretending it's tea-time, when dollies are dressed. But no; let me see- -now I've thought of a way Which would really, I think, be still better than play: I'll try to be good, if I can, the whole day, Without any fretting or crying: O, no, I don't choose to be such a baby, not I, GOOD-NIGHT. Good-night, my dear mother-dear mother, good-night; You may take out the lamp, and shut the door tight: Your dear little Ellen will not be afraid, Though left quite alone in her own quiet bed. Afraid, my dear mother, afraid, when I know God watches on high, while you watch below? And though the thick darkness all round me is spread, I know that from him I can never be hid. You say, my dear mother, whenever I pray, Although he's in heaven, he'll hear what I say; And So, if I should have some foolish fears rise, I'll pray in my heart when I shut up my eyes. Good-night, my dear mother-dear mother, good-night; Please take out the candle, and shut the door tight: Your dear little daughter will not be afraid, THE VAIN LITTLE GIRL. What, looking in the glass again? As the gentle lilies are? |