"Who shows the birds the way,
Father, that they must go?
And brings them back in May,
When there is no more snow?
"And when no flower is seen
Upon the hill and plain,
Who'll make it all so green,
And bring the flowers again?"
"My son, there is a Power
That none of us can see
Takes care of every flower,
Gives life to every tree.
"He through the pathless air
Shows little birds their way;
And we, too, are his care,—
He guards us day by day."
"Father, when people die,
Will they come back in May?"
Tears were in Charley's eye,—
"Will they, dear father, say?"
"No! they will never come;
We go to them, my boy,
There, in our heavenly home,
To meet in endless joy."
Upon his father's knee
Still Charley kept his place,
And very thoughtfully
He looked up in his face.
[REMEMBER THE SLAVE.]
Mother! whene'er around your child
You clasp your arms in love,
And when, with grateful joy, you raise
Your eyes to God above,