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BE DOVE-LIKE.

Nothing selfish or unkind

Can before my

Father come;

I must have His children's mind,
If I seek His children's home.

No more angry thoughts or rude
Are allowed to enter there;

We shall seek each other's good,
And each other's pleasure share.

When these evil thoughts I feel-
As alas! I often do-

Lord, thy tender love reveal;

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CONTENTMENT.

When He looks down from heaven

And sees such things as these,
Is this the way for children

That gracious Lord to please?

My home, with all its pleasures,
The friends I love so well,

The mercies round about me,

More than my tongue can tell,—

All these He freely gives me,

And watches round my
And asks, in tender mercy,
A grateful heart instead.

head;

How wonderful His goodness,
To care for children's love!

I long, to such a Father,

A grateful child to prove.

I long to praise Him daily,

With heart, and looks, and voice
For thus His little children

With angels may rejoice.

F. P.

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(Written after hearing one of Mr. J. B. Gough's Orations.)

BEAUTIFUL water! sparkling and bright,
Brilliant in beauty, and radiant with light,
Oh, how I love thee, beautiful, free;
Water, bright water, pure water for me.

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WATER, BRIGHT WATER!

Always so beautiful, seeming so brave,
In the ocean's wild roar, or the tempest-toss'd wave ;
Yet soothing, soul-calming, so gently thou❜lt flow
'Neath willows, where cowslips and violets grow.

Beautiful always, in soft sun-lit showers,

Or sparkling like diamonds in jessamine bowers,
Adorning the lily, or kissing the rose,
Or in the bright tulip-cup finding repose.

Always so beautiful! filling the air

With soft feathery flakes so pure and so fair,
Or wreathing a glare round the bright silver moon:
Magnificent, sparkling, thou Heaven's own boon.

Beautiful, beautiful, always so fair;

In soft southern climes, or the keen northern air,
In the fountain's pure streams, or the avalanche
Beautiful always in every land.

Beautiful either on Afric's parch'd sands,

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Or bound in the iceberg of far distant lands,

For ever I'll love thee, so bright, pure and free;
Water, clear water, bright water for me!

H. R.

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