ILLUSTRATED POETRY BOOK.

"Alas! poor child, when sickness comes,

And takes away thy bloom,

And suffering has made thee seek

Those joys beyond the tomb

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Then, when thine eyes are dimm'd with tears,

Thy heart torn with despair,
Thou'lt ponder on the sacred page,
And find thy comfort there;

For in that book of Holy Word,
Well speaks the prophet of the Lord-
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not known,
The splendours of God's shining throne."

A VISIT TO THE LAMBS.

MAMMA, let's go and see the lambs;
This warm and sunny day

I think must make them very glad,
And full of fun and play.

Ah, there they are! You pretty things,
Now don't you run away;
I'm come on purpose with mamma,
To see you this fine day.

What pretty little heads you've got,
And such good-natured eyes;
And ruff of wool all round your necks,
How nicely curl'd it lies.

Come here, my pretty lambkin, come,

And lick my hand-now do! How silly to be so afraid,— Indeed, I won't hurt you.

Just put your hand upon its back,
Mamma-how nice and warm ;
There, pretty lamb, you see I don't
Intend to do you harm.

HYMNS AND RHYMES.

THE squirrel hastens to and fro,
With acorn, nut, and corn,
His hall to fill-he's much to do,
For winter's coming on.

He does not stop for friends or foes,
Until his work is done;

He needs no telling, well he knows
Cold winter's coming on.

His storehouse, fill'd with all that's good, His eye looks proudly on;

Then chatters forth throughout the wood: "Now let cold winter come."

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Come, read that book of Holy Word:
What says the prophet of the Lord?
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not known,
The wonders of God's mighty throne."

"And yet how pretty are my flowers!
How sweet the linnet's song!

And dearer still my own pet lamb-
How could I leave it long?"

"The flowers of earth, my child, will fade— The petted lamb must die;

And singing birds, when winter comes,

Far, far from thee must fly.

But buds and blossoms round the gate

Of Eden near decay ;

And birds of Paradise are there,
With plumage always gay.

Read in the book of Holy Word:
What says the prophet of the Lord ?
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not known,
The glories of Jehovah's throne."

"But, mother, I'm so happy here

With everything to love

Why should I leave this pretty world
For one so far above ?"

ILLUSTRATED POETRY BOOK.

"Alas! poor child, when sickness comes,

And takes away thy bloom,

And suffering has made thee seek

Those joys beyond the tomb

159

Then, when thine eyes are dimm'd with tears,

Thy heart torn with despair, Thou'lt ponder on the sacred page,

And find thy comfort there;

For in that book of Holy Word,
Well speaks the prophet of the Lord-
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not known,
The splendours of God's shining throne."