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My merry little fly, play here,
And let me look at you; I will not touch you, though you're near,
As naughty children do.
I see you spread your pretty wings,
That sparkle in the sun;
And yet how fast they run!
You walk along the ceiling now,
And down the upright wall: I'll ask mamma to tell me how You walk and do not fall:
'Twas God that taught you, little fly,
To walk above the ground,
And frolic round and round.
I'll near you stand, to see you play ;
But do not be afraid : I would not lift
little hand To hurt what God has made.
MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN.
JESUS CHRIST, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me! Oh! that in my whole behaviour,
He my pattern still may be.
All my nature is unholy,
Pride and passion dwell within ; But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.
Lord, assist a feeble creature,
Guide me by Thy word of truth; Condescend to be my teacher,
Through my childhood and my youth.
INFANT'S MAGAZINE. God is in heaven! Can He hear
A little prayer like mine? Yes, thoughtful child, thou need'st not fear,
He listens unto thine.
God is in heaven! Can He see
When I am doing wrong?
All day and all night long.
God is in heaven! Would He know
If I should tell a lie ?
He'd hear it in the sky,
God is in heaven! Does He care,
Or is He good to me?
'Tis God that gives it thee.
God is in heaven! Can I go
To thank Him for His care?
And He will see it there.
God is in heaven! May I pray
To go there when I die ?
HYMNS AND RHYMES.
Get up, little boy, you are sleeping too long,
And you must be waken'd, -oh! fie!
Come, open the curtains, and let in the light,
When stars may be seen in the sky.
“Have you seen my darling nestlings ? "
A mother-robin cried, “I cannot, cannot find them,
Though I've sought them far and wide.
“I left them well this morning,
When I went to seek for food; But I found upon returning,
I'd a nest without a brood.
“Oh, have you nought to tell me,
, That will ease my aching breast, About my tender offspring
That I left within my nest ?