A woman very pale and thin— A widow too, she said— And six young children, none of whom This day had tasted bread; And not a single spark of fire Now, was there e'er a sadder sight, Three little ones tried to keep warm So cold was one the mother held, And bread and meat enough for all, SUSEY. I have a dollar here, dear Bell, I'll give it them: come, go with me, I'd rather make a sad heart smile Than buy a doll, I'm sure; Indeed, it must be very hard Such sorrow to endure. God made them poor-he made us rich, The wealth is all his own; It was for them as well as us The Saviour left his throne. Let us henceforth save something, Bell, His blessed name adore. THE SETTING SUN. Dear John, the sun is setting now, And all the children now must soon In other countries far away, And many a child and many a bird But when the sun comes round again, Then evening will begin with them, And they to bed will haste. How very good in God it is, To make the sun to go All round this great round world of ours, To light each country so. Twinkle, twinkle, little star; In the dark blue sky you keep, For you never shut your eye As your bright and tiny spark THE SNOWDROP. Now the spring is coming on, Ah, I see your little head For the mild south wind doth blow, So your pretty flowers show, A WALK IN 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 lambs do 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 primrose, and the cowslip too, and every pretty flower; I like to see the butterfly extend her painted wing, And all things seem just like myself, so pleased to see the spring. The fishes in the little brook are jumping up so high, The lark is singing sweetly as she mounts into the sky; The rooks are building up their nests upon the great oak-tree, And every thing's as busy and as happy as can be. |