WHO show'd the little ant the Her narrow hole to bore, way And spend the pleasant summer day In laying up her store? The sparrow builds her clever nest Who taught the busy bee to fly 'Twas God who show'd them all the way, And gave their little skill; And teaches children, if they pray, To do his holy will. SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES. LITTLE BOZ. I HAVE a little dog, With long flowing curls He has fawn-colour'd ears, You can tell by his nose. He'll never snarl or bite, And every morning early, SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES. "I'M but a little child, mamma; How many sins have I? Can I remember all my sins, And count them if I try ?" "When you can count the stars, my child, "When you can count how many hairs Are waving round your head, And tell how many grains of sand Lie in the ocean's bed; "When you can count the drops of dew But you have always loved me so, And called me 'little dear; And sure I've not been naughty more "I've train'd thee as a garden plant, And call'd thee 'little dear,' And wept to see the fruit of sin Ripe ten times in a year. "But God looks on the heart, my child, And reads the thoughts within; And every thought that rises there, Is foolishness and sin." "Can God give me another heart, But love Him every day ?" "Yes, God can cleanse your sinful thoughts, And all your heart renew; And often I have pray'd for this, But you must ask it, too." |