Hard names at first, and threatening words,
Which are but noisy breath,
May grow to clubs and naked swords;
To murder, and to death.
The devil tempts one mother's son
To rage against another;
So wicked Cain was hurried on
Till he had killed his brother.
The wise will make their anger cool,
At least, before 'tis night;
But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.
Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove;
That, as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love.
CHILDREN'S BOOKS.
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