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JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me;
Bless Thy little lambs to-night: Through the darkness be Thou near me,
Watch my sleep till morning light. All this day Thy hand has led me,
And I thank Thee for Thy care ; Thou hast clothed me, warm’d and fed me,
Listen to my evening prayer. Let my sins be all forgiven,
Bless the friends I love so well; Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.
MARY L. DUNCAN.
THE SNOW-BIRD'S SONG.
THE ground was all cover'd with snow one day,
Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee, And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee. He had not been singing that tune very long, Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song: “Oh, sister, look out of the window," said she, “Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee."
“Oh, mother, do get him some stockings and shoes, And a nice little frock, and a hat if he chose ; I wish he'd come into the parlour and see How warm we would make him, poor chick-ade-dee."
“There is One, my dear child, though I cannot teil
who, Has clothed me already, and warm enough too. Good morning! Oh who are so happy as we " And away he went singing his chick-a-de-dee.
F. C. WOODWORTH.
Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside,
Nor crush that belpless worm : The frame thy wayward looks deride
Required a God to form.
The common Lord of all that move,
From whom thy being flow'd, A portion of His boundless love
On that poor worm bestow'd.
The sun, the moon, the stars He made,
To all His creatures free; And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade For worms as well as thee.
Let them enjoy their little day,
Their lowly bliss receive; Oh! do not lightly take away
The life thou canst not give.
you think it
CHILD'S BOOK OF POETRY.
“Oh! call my
brother back to me, I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee
Where is my brother gone ?
“The butterfly is glancing bright
Across the sunbeam's track,
Oh! call my brother back.
" The flowers run wild-the flowers we sow'd
Around our garden-tree;
Oh! call him back to me."