LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND SISTERS

What-ev-er brawls dis-turb the street,
There should be peace at home:
Where sis-ters dwell, and bro-thers meet
Quar-rels should nev-er come.

Birds in their lit-tle nests a-gree;
And ’tis a shame-ful sight
When chil-dren of one fam-i-ly
Fall out, and chide, and fight.

The wise will make their an-ger cool,
At least be-fore ’tis night;
But in the bo-som of a fool
It burns till morn-ing light.

Par-don, O Lord, our child-ish rage,
Our lit-tle brawls re-move,
That, as we grow to ri-per age,
Our hearts may all be love.

Transcriber's Note

Minor punctuation errors have been corrected without note.