THANKFULNESS. I THANK the God who gave me eyes Of sun, and moon, and twinkling stars, I thank the God who gave me ears, The sound of music and of streams, I thank Him for my useful hands For taste and smell, that I may know I thank Him most of all for friends Who teach me about earth and sea, And heaven above. THE ROBIN AND THE CHILDREN. PLEASE, little Children, be so kind As not to touch my nest; The pretty young ones sleeping there If you should take my nest away Because you can't be really glad Come here to watch us, now and then, *POOR LITTLE TREE. OH, poor little tree, When you are old! Still, tree, do not grieve, Through storm and rain; Your life is not lost In the wintry frost; Spring comes again ! TO A LITTLE SISTER. SWEET Sister, you are gone away, And we are left at home; We miss you sadly at our play, But you will never come. We loved you very tenderly, And now it is so sad to see We miss our merry prattling pet, But we will never once forget We saw her lying on the bed, And kissed her quiet brow; "Grieve not too much," our father said, "For she is happy now." "God called her from her mother's knee, And from our fond embrace, That she an angel-child might be, And alway see His face." E Dear angel, in the soft blue sky, And we will ask Him every day, And when he chooses that our eyes She 'll know each one of us again, And say, "I'm glad you're come; No parting now, no grief, no pain, For we are all at home." THE LITTLE NUTTERS. THREE little creatures of the wood Each knows how he must set to work, The brisk, brown squirrel, he is one; He climbs the hazel trees, There plucks the nuts and cracks them too, Then eats them at his ease. But little mousie has to wait And then he nibbles through the shells, Or stores them in his bed. The pretty nut-hatch is the third; He is more cunning still; He fits the nuts into a chink, And breaks them with his bill. Some children with their nutting-bags, The squirrel, bird, or little mouse |