FOR WE THANK THEE. OR flowers that bloom about our feet; Father in heaven, we thank thee! For blue of stream and blue of sky; Father in heaven, we thank thee! For mother-love and father-care, Father in heaven, we thank thee! For thy dear, everlasting arms, That help us now thy will to know,- A SONG OF SUMMER. CUCKOO sat on a tree and sang, A "Summer is coming, coming;" And a bee crept out of the hive and began - Selected. The frogs, from out the rushes and reeds, The dormouse put out her head and said, "Really the sun shines brighter; But the butterfly answered, "Not yet, not yet," But the thrush and the blackbird began to sing Ever sweeter and sweeter, And the grasshopper chirped, and hopped and skipped Ever fleeter and fleeter. The gnats and the chafers began to buzz; And the swallows began to chatter; "We have come from abroad with the summer at last. How lazy you are! What's the matter?" Then the dormouse said, "Summer's really here, And suddenly brighter the sun shone out, And the sheep nibbled peacefully at the grass, Yes, summer had come, and the cuckoo sang - Selected. MERRY SUNSHINE. OOD-MORNING, Merry Sunshine, And shined away the moon. How did you get way over there? I never go to sleep, dear child, And flowers on my way, And now come back to see the child I SUMMER TIME. LOVE the cheerful summer time, Its shining garments green and smooth, I love to hear the little birds That carol on the trees; I love the gentle murmuring stream; Selected. I love the bright and glorious sun I love to hear the busy hum And learn a lesson, hard to learn, I love to see the playful lambs, I love the faithful, watchful dog I love to think of Him who made Who gave me life and health and strength, I love the holy Sabbath-day, A THE SUNBEAM. LITTLE sunbeam in the sky "I'm very small, but why should I - Selected. The violet beds were wet with dew, A mother, 'neath a shady tree, Had left her babe asleep; It woke and cried, but when it spied So slyly in, with glance so bright, It laughed and chuckled with delight. On, on it went, it might not stay: A pale young face looked up to meet And now away beyond the sea The merry sunbeam went; But, sparkling in the sunbeam's play, A voyager stood and watched them there, She gazed, and half forgot her care, And hope came back again. She said, "The waves are full of glee, Then yet there may be joy for me!" |