And does he care for children small?
Say, ma! does God love me?
Has he the guardian care of all
The various things we see?
Yes! yes! my child, he made them all—
Flowers, mountains, plants and trees.
No man so great, no child so small,
That from his eye can flee.
THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS.
“Put up thy work, dear Mother.”
Put up thy work, dear mother;
Dear mother, come with me,
For I’ve found within the garden
The beautiful sweet-pea!