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“See, the stars are comingIn the far blue skies;Mother, look! they brighten;Are they angels’ eyes?”“No, my child; the lustreOf the stars is given,Like the hues of flowers,By the God of heaven.”“Mother, if I study,Sure He’ll make me know[Pg 036]Why the stars He kindled,O’er our earth to glow?”“Child! what God created,Has a glorious aim;Thine it is to worship,—Thine to love His...Read more of this...
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Dear Lord, another day has come,And through the hours of night,In a good bed and quiet homeI’ve slept till morning light.[Pg 019]Then let me give Thee thanks and praise,For Thou art very good;Oh, teach my little heart to raiseThe prayer that children should.Keep me this day from faults and sin,And make me good and mild;Thy Holy Spirit place within,Grant grace...Read more of this...
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All things bright and beautiful,All creatures great and small,All things wise and wonderful,—The Lord God made them all.Each little flower that opens,Each little bird that sings,He made their glowing colors,He made their shining wings.The tall trees in the green wood,The meadows where we play,The rushes, by the water,We gather every day,—He gave us eyes to see them,And lips, that we...Read more of this...
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Scorn not the slightest word nor deed,Nor deem it void of power;There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed,That waits its natal hour.A whispered word may touch the heart,And call it back to life;A look of love bid sin depart,And still unholy strife.No act falls fruitless; none can tellHow vast its powers may be,Nor what results, unfolded, dwellWithin it, silently.Work on,—despair not,—bring...Read more of this...
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Teach us to prayOh, Father! we look up to Thee,And this our one request shall be,Teach us to pray.Teach us to pray.A form of words will not suffice,—The heart must bring its sacrifice:Teach us to pray.Teach us to pray.To whom shall we, Thy children, turn?Teach Thou the lesson we would learn:Teach us to pray.Teach us to pray.To Thee, alone, our...Read more of this...
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I love to hear the little birdsThat carol on the trees;I love the gentle, murmuring stream;I love the evening breeze.I love to hear the busy humOf honey-making bee,And learn a lesson,—hard to learn,—Of patient industry.I love to think of Him who madeThose pleasant things for me,Who gave me life, and health, and strength,And eyes, that I might see.The child who...Read more of this...
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Turn not from him, who asks of theeA portion of thy store;Poor though in earthly goods thou be,Thou yet canst give,—what’s more,The balm of comfort thou canst pourInto his grieving mind,Who oft is turned from wealth’s proud door,With many a word unkind.Does any from the false world findNaught but reproach and scorn?Does any, stung by words unkind,Wish that he ne’er...Read more of this...
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When the win-ter winds are blow-ing,
And we ga-ther glad and gay,
Where the fire its light is throw-ing,
For a mer-ry game at play,
There is none that to my know-ing,—
And I've play-ed at games enough,—
Makes us laugh, and sets us glow-ing
Like a game at Blind-man's Buff....Read more of this...
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Father,—an orphan’s prayer receive,And listen to my plaintive cry:Thou only canst my wants relieve,Who art my Father in the sky.I have no father here below,No mother kind to wipe my tears,—These tender names I never know,To soothe my grief and quell my fears.But Thou wilt be my parent,—nighIn every hour of deep distress,And listen to an orphan’s sigh,And soothe the...Read more of this...
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Lo! the heavens are breaking,Pure and bright above;Light and life awaking,Murmur, “God is love.”Music now is ringing,Through the leafy grove,Feathered songsters, singing,Warble, “God is love.”Wake, my heart, and springing,Spread thy wings above;Soaring still, and singing,—Singing, “God is love.”[Pg 007]...Read more of this...
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There is found a tiny sea shell,Half-imbedded in the sand,Sometimes flashing in the moonlight,Like a diamond on the strand.And from out the winding chambersThat are hid within the shell,Ever steals a curious music,That doth never sink nor swell.But, like the far-off voice of ocean,Murmurs forth its monotone,Holding thus within its bosomE’er an ocean of its own.Thus the sea shells ever...Read more of this...
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“Oh, mother! mother! only look!See what I’ve got for thee;I found it close beside the brook,—This pretty violet,—see.“And father says there will be moreSo, mother, when they come,We’ll pick my little basket full,And bring them with us home.[Pg 034]“And, mother,—only listen now!’Tis very strange, indeed,—This pretty flower, with leaves and all,Was once a little seed.“When it was planted in the...Read more of this...
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ROSE.
The post-man has been, dear mam-ma,
And has brought me a let-ter so fine;
And Su-san has one, but it is not, by far,
So pret-ty a let-ter as mine.
And, pray, will you read it to me,
Mam-ma, if I give you a kiss?
I wish very much to know who it can be
That has sent me...Read more of this...
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Almighty Father! Thou hast many blessingsIn store for every loving child of Thine;For this I pray,—Let me, Thy grace possessing,Seek to be guided by Thy will divine.Not for earth’s treasures,—for her joys the dearest,—Would I my supplications raise to Thee;Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest,But only that I give that heart to Thee.I pray that Thou...Read more of this...
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Despise not simple things:The humblest flower that wakesIn early spring, to scent the airOf woodland brakes,Should have thy love as wellAs blushing parlor rose,That never felt the perfect breathOf nature round it close.[Pg 033]Despise not simple things:The poor demand thy love,As well as those who in the hallsOf splendor move.The beggar at thy doorThou shouldst not e’er despise;For that may...Read more of this...
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The day is gone,—the silent nightInvites me to my peaceful bed;But, Lord, I know that it is rightTo thank Thee, ere I rest my head.For my good meals and pleasant hours,That I have had this present day,Let me exert my infant powersTo praise Thee, nor forget to pray.Thou art most good. I can’t tell allThat Thou hast ever done for...Read more of this...
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Morn amid the mountains,Lovely solitude,Gushing streams and fountains,Murmur, “God is good.”Now the glad sun, breaking,Pours a golden flood;Deepest vales awaking,Echo, “God is good.”Wake and join the chorus,Man with soul endued!He, whose smile is o’er us,God,—our God,—is good....Read more of this...
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All through the win-ter, long and cold,
Dear Minnie ev-ery morn-ing fed
The little spar-rows, pert and bold,
And ro-bins, with their breasts so red.
She lov-ed to see the lit-tle birds
Come flut-ter-ing to the win-dow pane,
In answer to the gen-tle words
With which she scat-ter-ed crumbs and grain.
One ro-bin, bol-der than the rest,
Would perch...Read more of this...
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Before we close our eyes to-night,Oh, let us each these questions ask!Have we endeavored to do right,Nor thought our duty a hard task?Have we been gentle, lowly, meek,And the small voice of conscience heard?When passion tempted us to speak,Have we repressed the angry word?Have we with cheerful zeal obeyedWhat our kind parents bade us do?And not by word or action...Read more of this...
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There is a little mystic clock,No human eye hath seen,That beateth on,—and beateth on,—From morning until e’en.And when the soul is wrapped in sleep,All silent and alone,It ticks and ticks the livelong night,And never runneth down.Oh! wondrous is that work of art,Which knells the passing hour;But art ne’er formed, nor mind conceived,The life-clock’s magic power.[Pg 006]Not set in gold, nor...Read more of this...
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I want to be like Jesus,So lowly and so meek;For no one marked an angry word,Whoever heard him speak.I want to be like Jesus,So frequently in prayer;Alone upon the mountain top,He met his Father there.I want to be like Jesus:I never, never find,That he, though persecuted, wasTo any one unkind.I want to be like Jesus,Engaged in doing good;So that of...Read more of this...
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How radiant the evening skies!Broad wing of blue in heaven unfurled,God watching with unwearied eyesThe welfare of a sleeping world.He rolls the sun to its decline,And speeds it on to realms afar,To let the modest glowworm shine,And men behold the evening star.He lights the wild flower in the wood,He rocks the sparrow in her nest,He guides the angels on their...Read more of this...
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How beautiful the setting sun!The clouds, how bright and gay!The stars, appearing one by one,How beautiful are they!And when the moon climbs up the sky,And sheds her gentle light,And hangs her crystal lamp on high,How beautiful is night!And can it be, that I’m possessedOf something brighter far?Glows there a light within this breast,Out-shining every star?Yes, should the sun and stars...Read more of this...
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This lit-tle Lamb was brought to Nell
The day its old ewe mo-ther died,
And, now it knows and loves her well,
It will not go from Nel-ly's side.
A-long the hall, and up the stair,
You hear its lit-tle pat-ter-ing toes:
Her Pet will fol-low every-where
A-bout the house, where Nel-ly goes....Read more of this...
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I have a home in which to live,A bed to rest upon,Good food to eat, and fire to warm,And raiment to put on.[Pg 028]Kind parents, full of gentle love,Brothers and sisters, too,With many faithful, loving friends,Who teach me what to do.How many little children haveNo food, nor clothes to wear,No house, nor home, nor parents kind,To guide them by their...Read more of this...