THANK you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
Ev'ry day and ev'ry night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips eat,
They, perhaps, will make it sweet.
Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.
SLEEP, LITTLE DARLINGS.
SLEEP, sleep, sleep, little darlings!
Sleep, for your mother is nigh!
She, she watches your slumbers,
Sees that no danger is nigh.
Sleep! sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, for your mother is nigh!
Sleep, sleep, sleep, little darlings!
Sleep, for the angels are nigh!
They, they watch o'er your slumbers,
See that no danger is nigh.
Sleep! sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, for the angels are nigh!
Sleep, sleep, sleep, little darlings!
Sleep, for the Saviour is nigh!
He, He watches your slumbers,
Sees that no danger is nigh.
Sleep! sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, for the Saviour is nigh!
PRAISE FOR DAILY MERCIES.
WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me!
Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God hath given me more;
For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.
How many children in the street
Half-naked I behold;
While I am clothed from head to feet, And cover'd from the cold.
While some poor creatures scarce can tell
Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.
While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught Thy name to fear,
And do Thy holy will.
Are these Thy favours, day by day,
To me above the rest?
Then let me love Thee more than they,
And try to serve Thee best.
CHEERFUL, little, chirping cricket!
Thank you for your serenade!
Gayly, lightly, all the evening,
You your fairy lute have play'd.
In some corner, dark and lonely,
All unseen, unfound you sing;
By your merry music only
Do we know you, happy thing!
So should I the lesson treasure,
Lone, like you, without a name;
Sing my song for others' pleasure,
Caring not for praise or fame.
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