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The earth is thine, and it thou keepest,
Thou giv'st the grass, the grain, the tree,
Seed-time and harvest come from thee,
With golden clouds in evening hours,
With singing birds and balmy flowers,
When from the north the fierce winds blow,
When falleth fast, the mantling snow,
Darkness and light, and life and death,
inhabiteth, Creator! Father! all are thine !
THE BOW OF
BY CHARLES MACKAY, LL.D.
When skies are dark, and tempests blow,
And clouds discharge their rain,
And all is bright again.
To man in days of yore,
Should drown the world no more.
So in the heart where sorrow dwells,
And all is dark with care,
And keeps away despair.
Athwart the clouds of woe,
And gilds them as they flow.
Like to the rainbow in the sky,
When storms their fury dart. The other bow appears on high,
When storms are in the heart :“ Trust in the promises of God,”
It smiles amid the gloom, Lightens affliction's heaviest rod,
And cheers the darkest doom.
Look at this gallant vessel, now,
With all her sails unfurled ;
To all parts of the world,
Boldly she sails around the globe
Her highway is the sea;
Are dashed right gallantly.
Now she is homeward bound, her crew
Upon the deck all stand; They think of loved ones,-friends,-of home,
Of England's happy land.
Above them flies the British flag,
The waves are green below,
How steadily you go.
I Fairy Tale, for Children.
THE MERMAID AND THE KIND FISHERMAN.
ILDERMEKEE! Kildermekée !” cried a plain
tive frightened voice, and up went a spray of
he sea, and presently appeared a female figure, with yellow hair and an ivory comb.
"Oh dear,” said a desponding fisherman, “could I have seen a fish, instead of a lady, it would have
fed my family; what shall I do! oh, what shall I do! a foreign lady and no food; an extra mouth, and no victuals."
“ Kildermekée !” cried the yellow-haired lady, louder than before.
“ Kildermekée, indeed,” said the fisherman; “its likely enough I am to be killed, catching a lady; were I a wrecker, instead of a poor honest fisherman, Kildermekée might feed the fishes; howsomever, as I know what it is to have too much of the water, myself, I'll be charitable.