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ALL AMONG THE BUTTERCUPS.

Hasten summer's pleasant days,

Summer's pleasant hours;

Send us back the butterflies,
And the pretty flowers.

Yes, bright days will come again;
Winter soon will go :

And the smiling sun shall melt

All this dreary snow.

Then, beside the flowing stream,
Merrily we'll play,

All among the buttercups,

All among the hay.

WHILE many a child in heathen lands.

Of Jesus never heard,

In happy Britain we are taught

To know and fear the Lord.

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SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN.

While there the little children bow

To gods of stone and wood,

The Bible here to us reveals
The true and only God.

How glad and grateful should we be
That we are taught so plain;

And oh, how deeply should we fear
Lest we be taught in vain!

The light and knowledge we possess,
To us so freely given,

Will but increase our sin and shame

Unless it lead to heaven.

Lord, may we love the truth we learn,

The Saviour's laws obey;

And, as we're taught in wisdom's school,
Be found in wisdom's way.

I love my pleasant cottage home,
Beneath the spreading trees;

I love about the lanes to roam,
And wander in the breeze.

How sweet the roses on the wall,

The beds of flowers so gay;

The shadows from the trees that fall

On the bright summer day.

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THANKFULNESS.

I see the playful lambs in spring,
That frisk about so free;

I hear the little birds that sing
Up in the old oak tree.

To such a child as I!

And, better still, bright hopes of heaven,

Glory to Thee, my God, my King,

For all Thy love to me;

Teach me, while yet a child, to bring

My grateful heart to Thee.

F. P.