The Little Child's Poet's Corner.

THE GOODNESS OF GOD.

BY DR. THOMPSON.

JEHOVAH,-God! thy gracious power
On every hand we see;
O may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to Thee!

If on the wings of morn we speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy right hand will our footsteps lead,
Thine arm our path surround.

Thy power is in the ocean-deeps,
And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.

From morn till noon, till latest eve,
The hand of God we see;
And all the blessings we receive
Ceaseless proceed from Thee.

In all the varying scenes of time,
On Thee our hopes depend;
In every age, in every clime,

Our Father and our Friend!

HYMN FOR CHILDREN.

BY WILLIAM COWPER.

HEAR, LORD, the song of praise and prayer,
In heaven, Thy dwelling place,
From infants made the public care

And taught to see Thy face.

Thanks for Thy Word and for Thy day,

And grant us, we implore,

Never to waste in sinful play
Thy holy Sabbaths more.

Thanks that we hear,-but O impart
To each, desires sincere,

That we may listen with our heart,
And learn as well as hear.

For if vain thoughts the mind engage
Of older far than we,

What hope, that, at our heedless age,
Our minds should e'er be free.

Much hope, if Thou our spirits take
Under Thy gracious sway,
Who canst the wisest wiser make,
And babes as wise as they.

Wisdom and bliss Thy word bestows,
A sun that ne'er declines;

And be Thy mercies showered on those,
Who placed us where it shines.

SONG OF THE BEES.

We watch for the light of the morn to break, And colour the eastern sky,

With its blended hues of saffron and lake, Then say to each other, "Awake! awake!" For our winter's honey is all to make,

And our bread, for a long supply.

And off we hie to the hill and dell,

To the field, to the meadow, and bower: We love in the columbine's horn to dwell, To dip in the lily with snow-white bell, To search the balm in its odorous cell,

The mint, and the rosemary flower.

We seek the bloom of the eglantine,
Of the painted thistle and briar;
And follow the steps of the wandering vine,
Whether it trail on the earth supine
Or round the aspiring tree top twine,
And reach for a state still higher.

While each, on the good of her sister bent,
Is busy, and cares for all,

We hope for an evening with full content,
For the winter of life, without lament
That summer is gone, or its hours misspent,
And the harvest is past recal..

THE CUCKOO.

The Cuckoo, the Cuckoo, how dearly I love

To hear her dear voice from the meadow and grove,
For she tells us that rude winds and snow are all past,
And Spring, lively Spring, is approaching at last.

Oh, Cuckoo, sweet Cuckoo, your cry sounds so clear,
Though I cannot perceive you, I know you are near;
Oh, where are you hidden? I wish so to see
Your form for a moment! oh, where can you be?

Oh, where is your country, and where is your nest?
Of the lands that you visit, pray which love you best?
How I wish, wandering bird, that no more you would roam,
But stay all the year, and make England your home.

Come, tell me the country of those you have seen,
That has blossoms so fragrant, or meadows so green,
Where flowers are more lovely, where rivers more clear,
Or vales more delightful, than those you see here.

Then will you not tarry, sweet Cuckoo? Ah, no;
You will leave us before Autumn's whirlwinds can blow;
You will follow the Summer wherever she flies,
And enjoy all the year, sunny days, and blue skies.

En Four Parts. Part IV.

[CONCLUDED FROM PAGE 94.]

FAMINE

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E must now return to the land of Canaan, where Joseph's father and brethren dwelt. The famine had reached that place, and Jacob said to his sons: Why do ye look upon one another? Behold, I have heard there is corn in Egypt; get ye down and buy for us, that we may live." And Joseph's ten brethren went down to buy born in Egypt. But Jacob would not let Benjamin, Joseph's youngest brother, go with them, lest any evil should befall him.

When Joseph's brethren came before him, they bowed themselves down, with their faces unto the ground. Joseph

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