THE HAPPY CHILD. I THANK the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me in these Christian days A happy English child. I was not born, as thousands are, And taught to pray a useless prayer I was not born a little slave, And wish I were but in the grave, I was not born without a home, Like some poor children, taught to roam My God, I thank Thee, who hast plann'd And placed me in this happy land, TAYLOR. OBEDIENCE. LET children that would fear the Lord, With reverence meet their parents' word, WATTS. JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me; All this day Thy hand has led me, Let my sins be all forgiven, Bless the friends I love so well; Take me when I die to heaven, I 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, 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." Chick-a-de-dee, &c. "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." Chick-a-de-dee, &c. "There is One, my dear child, though I cannot tell who, Has clothed me already, and warm enough too. F. C. WOODWORTH. TURN, turn thy hasty foot aside, The common Lord of all that move, The sun, the moon, the stars He made, And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade For worms as well as thee. |