UP! UP! AWAY!
At dawn of the day,
When I’m wishing to sleep,
My dear little birdie
This carol will keep,—
Up! Up! Away!
See! See! ’T is day!
At dawn of the day
It is so hard to wake;
But I’ll listen and hear,
For my dear birdie’s sake;
Up! Up! you’ll say,
See! See! ’T is day!
THE SABBATH BREAKER.
One pleasant morn, o’er hill and plain
The sunbeams brightly fell,
And loudly o’er the steepled fane
Rung out the Sabbath bell.
And they who loved the day of rest,
Went forth with one accord,—
Each in the way he deemed the best,
To wait upon the Lord.
But not with these, in lane or street
Was Henry seen that day;
He had not learned to turn his feet
To wisdom’s pleasant way.
But he God’s holy day would take
With wicked boys to rove
In search of walnut trees to shake
Throughout the woody grove.
With basket o’er his shoulders thrown,
His garments soiled and torn,
Young Henry sauntered from the town
This pleasant Sabbath morn.
His widowed mother, sick and poor,
Had taught him better things;
And thus to see him leave her door,
Her heart with sorrow wrings.