A CHILD'S MORNING HYMN. HE morning bright, with rosy light, TH Has waked me from my sleep; Thy little one doth keep. All through the day, I humbly pray, SLEE January 13th. Children's Friend. A CRADLE HYMN. LEEP, sweet babe! my cares beguiling: Sleep, my darling, tenderly! If thou sleep not, mother mourneth, Coleridge. I January 14th. THE VAGABOND BOY. WAS born, I was bred, in the midst of the dirt, With nothing for stockings, and rags for a shirt; I never knew father, and as for my mother, She never was sober from one day to t'other. So, of course, I must work, or beg, borrow, or steal; Chatterbox. I DOING GOOD. MAY, if I have but a mind, Do good in many ways; Plenty to do the young may find, In these our busy days. Sad would it be, though young and small, If I were of no use at all. Anon. January 16th. A SEA DIRGE. ULL fathom five thy father lies: Hark! now I hear them-ding, dong, bell. Shakespeare. January 17th, СНАТТER BOX. ROM morning till night, FF It was Lucy's delight To chatter and talk without stopping; There was not a day But she rattled away, Like water for ever a-dropping. Miss Taylor. TO A LITTLE LADY. EARTS good and true have wishes few HE In narrow circles bounded; And hope that lives on what God gives Is Christian hope well founded. Bear little souls to heaven. January 19th. COLD WATER. F. W. Faber. HURRAH, for a splash! Come, give me a dash, With the water all clear and cold; It makes me so bright, So active and light, 'Tis better than silver or gold. Anon. January 20th. HUNGRY. HE has not a morsel to eat! S1 Just fancy a child in that state, The supper is shining through Пowers, For twenty-four terrible hours. Poems written for a Child. |