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The Little Child's Poet's Corder.

SONG OF SPRING.

BY H. J. SLACK, F.G.S.

I've banished Winter, saith the Spring,
Awake! arise, ye flowers !

Brisk breezes, blow,

Bright sunshine, glow,
And rouse the young year's powers.

Rush up, ye larks, into the sky,
Sing high, and wake the flowers ;

Ye clouds, make haste,

The earth needs taste
Your fertilizing showers.

Ye pretty birds hop on each bush,
And bid its leaves come out.

Jackdaw and rook,

With knowing look,
Now wheel and fly about.

Pick

up the grubs, and build your nests With so much noise and chatter,

That when you're heard,

Both beast and bird
Will wonder what's the matter.

Let hills, and banks, and rocky pools
Put on their bright array ;

Its petals gold,

Let furze unfold,
To hail the joyous day.

From distant lands, I've told fresh birds They must assemble here;

And o'er the sea

They come to me,
To taste the Spring's good cheer.

I order, now, that all the world
Be active, up and doing.

To win my favour,

Useful labour
Must come to me a-wooing.

“ AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE LIGHT!”

BY CHARLES MACKAY, LL.D.

Earth heard the loud, the solemn sound,
And started from her utmost bound;
And Darkness, on his ebon car,
Spread his black wings, and fled afar;
The dun clouds open'd at the sight,
And hail'd the burst of life and light!

'Tis light! 'tis light!" the mountains rung, “ 'Tis light! 'tis light!" the valleys sung! The stars beheld its dawning bright, The spheres confessed the Godhead's might, While Nature's universal voice Proclaimed aloud, “Rejoice! rejoice !"

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UNIVERSAL WORSHIP,

NY MARY HOWITT.

My soul adores an universal God, -
And I can bow wherever man has bowed;
In little chapels on the lone hill-side,
By way-side tokens of the crucified;
In minster aisles where lordly organs sound,
And all the pomp of worship gathers round;
'Mid mountain steeps, on moorlands brown and bare,
Where crowds assemble in the open air,
And, 'mid the sabbath hush, with one accord,
Lift up their joyful anthems to the Lord !

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Our hearts were made for worship! and we raise
Ourselves towards Him, if but a flower we praise :
If walking by the way, we only see
His goodness in the green leaves of a tree;
And in the silence of a spirit broken,
There will be worship, though no word be spoken!

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VON our last conversation,* John, you will remem

ber I told you of the exaltation of Mordecai, the Jew, and how the wicked Haman was punished.

John.-Oh yes, papa, I recollect all about that.

MR. W.-That is right, my boy. Well,

on that same day, the king gave the house of Haman unto Esther, who now told the king of her relationship to Mordecai, upon which, the king took off the ring which he had taken from Haman, and gave it unto her.

Esther placed Mordecai over the house of Haman.

Joan.- What was done about the poor Jews that were to be killed, papa ?

* See page 222.

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