Let them enjoy their little day,
Their lowly bliss receive;
Oh! do not lightly take away
The life thou canst not give.

GISBORNE.

THE SPARROW.

GLAD to see you, little bird,

'Twas your little chirp I heard; What did you intend to say?

"Give me something this cold day?"

That I will, and plenty too;

All these crumbs I saved for you:
Don't be frighten'd-here's a treat;
I will wait and see you eat.

Shocking tales I hear of you:
Chirp, and tell me, are they true?
Robbing all the summer long:
Don't you think it very wrong?

Thomas says you steal his wheat,
John complains his plums you eat,
Choose the ripest for your share,
Never asking whose they are.
But I will not try to know
What you did so long ago:
There's your breakfast, eat away;

Come and see me every day.

CHILD'S BOOK OF POETRY.

"ОH! call my brother back to me,

I cannot play alone;

.

Where is

my

brother gone?

"The butterfly is glancing bright

Across the sunbeam's track,

I care not now to chase its flight—
Oh! call my brother back.

"The flowers run wild-the flowers we sow'd

Around our garden-tree;

Our vine is drooping with its load

Oh! call him back to me."

"He would not hear my voice, fair child! He may not come to thee;

The face that once like spring-time smiled On earth no more thou'lt see!

"A rose's brief bright life of joy,
Such unto him was given;

Go-thou must play alone, my boy-
Thy brother is in heaven!"

"And has he left the birds and flowers,

And must I call in vain;

And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again?

"And by the brook, and in the glade,
Are all our wanderings o'er?

Oh! while my brother with me play'd,>
Would I had loved him more!"

MRS. HEMANS.

MORNING HYMN.

THE morning bright,
With rosy light,

Has waked me from my sleep;

Father, I own

Thy love alone

Thy little one doth keep.

All through the day

I humbly pray,

Be Thou my guard and guide;

My sins forgive,

And let me live,

Blest Jesus, near Thy side.

Oh, make Thy rest
Within my breast,
Great Spirit of all grace;
Make me like Thee,

Then I shall be

Prepared to see Thy face.

SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES.

WELCOME.

WELCOME, welcome, little stranger,
To this busy world of care;
Nothing can thy peace endanger,
Nothing now thy steps ensnare.

Mother's heart is fili'd with pleasure
All her feelings are awake;
Gladly would she, little treasure,
All thy pains and sufferings take.

May'st thou, if design'd by Heaven
Future days and years to see,
Soothe her, make her passage even;
Let her heart rejoice in thee.

May her anxious cares and labours

Be repaid by filial love;

And thy soul be crown'd with favours

From the boundless source above.

TAYLOR.