In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye,

Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star!

ANON.

GRANDPAPA'S DARLING.
BREAD and milk are finish'd quite,
Kiss me now, my heart's delight!
Always first from bed to spring,
Blithe and gay you darling thing!
Pinafore and frock so white,
Golden hair so smooth and bright
Sunny smile and laugh so clear,
Sweetest music to my ear!

Bring your little book, and say
Hymn and lesson for to-day.
Quick and perfect! I declare
Every little word is there!
Teacher will be glad, I know,
When in school you say it so.

Now run off to school with pleasure-
One more kiss, my little treasure!

FROM THE GERMAN.

How fair is the rose! What a beautiful flower! The glory of April and May;

But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
And they wither and die in a day.

Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast,
Above all the flowers of the field;

When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are lost,

Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!

So frail is the youth and beauty of men,

Though they bloom and look gay like a rose; But all our fond care to preserve them is vain, Time kills them as fast as he goes.

Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty,
Since both of them wither and fade;

But gain a good name by well doing my duty:
This will scent like a rose when I'm dead.

THE FIRST ROBIN REDBREAST.

WATTS.

I'm so glad to see you, my dear little Robin;
You put me in mind of warm weather;
I'll open the window, in hopes you'll hop in,
And then we can both be together.

I love you, dear Robin, because you're so airy,
And because you live high on a tree;

Because you can ride on the breeze like a fairy,
And make as sweet music for me.

But where did you hide through the winter so dreary,

When the clouds hid the face of the sun ?

I thought, in the storm, of your bright eye so cheery,

And wonder'd where you could have flown.

Was it God, little bird, that kept you securely, While He pour'd out the storm all around? Then in darkness and death He will keep my soul surely,

And raise me anew from the ground.

NEW LONDON ADVERTISER.

Did you see them lying

Pale, and cold, and still, And strew leaves above them With your little bill?

Whether true or not, Robin,
We are glad to see
How you trust us children,
Walking in so free;
Hopping o'er the carpet,

Picking up the crumbs,
Robin knows the children
Love him when he comes.

And though little Robin
Has no gift of speech,

Yet he can a lesson

To the children teach; Still to trust that blessings Will be richly given,

When they ask their Father

For their bread from Heaven.

ILLUSTRATED BOOK OF SONGS.