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WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor

I see ! What shall I render to

my

God
For all his gifts to me!

Not more than others I deserve,

Yet God hath given me more ; For I have food, while others starve,

Or beg from door to door.

How

many children in the street Half-naked I behold; While I am clothed from head to feet,

And cover'd from the cold.

While some poor creatures scarce can tell

Where they may lay their head, I have a home wherein to dwell, And rest upon my

bed.

While others early learn to swear,

And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught Thy name to fear,

And do Thy holy will.

Are these Thy favours, day by day,

To me above the rest ?
Then let me love Thee more than they,
And try to serve Thee best.

WATTS.

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CHEERFUL, little, chirping cricket!

Thank you for your serenade! Gayly, lightly, all the evening,

You your fairy lute have play'd. In some corner, dark and lonely,

All unseen, unfound you sing ; By your merry music only

Do we know you, happy thing!

So should I the lesson treasure,

Lone, like you, without a name; Sing my song for others' pleasure, Caring not for praise or fame.

LITTLE SONGs. THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT.

The sun is hidden from our sight,

The birds are sleeping sound; 'Tis time to say to all, “ Good night!”

And give a kiss all round.

little son;

Good night! my father, mother dear,
Now kiss

your Good night! my friends, both far and near,

Good night to every one.

Good night! ye merry, merry birds,

Sleep well till morning light; Perhaps if you could sing in words,

You would have said, "Good night!"

To all my pretty flowers, good night!

You blossom while I sleep;
And all the stars that shine so bright,

With you their watches keep.

The moon is lighting up the skies,
· The stars are sparkling there ;
'Tis time to shut our weary eyes,

And say our evening prayer.

ELIZA LEE FOLLEŇ.

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WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST ?
To-WHIT! to-whit! to-whee!
Will you listen to me ?
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made ?

Not I, said the cow, moo-00 !
Such a thing I'd never do ;
I

gave you a whisp of hay, But didn't take

your nest away. Not I, said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link! Now, what do you think? Who stole a nest away From the plum-tree to-day?

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