12 DEEDS OF KINDNESS. Suppose the glistening Dew-drop The blade on which it rested, Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Suppose the little Breezes, Should think themselves too small to cool Who would not miss the smallest And softest ones that blow, And think they made a great mistake A little child may do ; Although it has so little strength, And little wisdom too. D It wants a loving spirit Much more than strength, to prove F. P. WHEN I my parents disobey In spite of all their love, 14 OBEDIENCE TO PARENTS. I dearly love them both, and yet Too often I their love forget, And God's commands despise. Am I my Heavenly Father's child I bless His name, this need not be, His blood can plead for sinful me; And He, if I am really His, And make me feel how sweet it is His precepts to obey. F. P. HUSH! Upon its mother's knee Baby dear lies sleeping: Now we all must quiet be, On soft tiptoe creeping. We may kiss its hand, and peep But must not disturb its sleep Lovely little creature! 16 THE SLEEPING INFANT. See its dimpled arms, so fair, Smooth, and round, and waxen; By and bye, when he has grown, In the garden he shall play Then we'll set him in the swing, God protect our cherub dear, Our lovely baby brother, And many a long and happy year Preserve us for each other. S. W. P. |