Toll the bell,
Toll the bell,
Ring the baby's knell;
Beyond the skies
Its spirit flies,
Baby, farewell.
[PART III.]
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THE CLASS ROOM.
Songs of instruction are not always the most interesting with regard to taste: but there are occasional exceptions against this remark; nor does it apply with the same strictness in regard to young children that it does in reference to adults. Such songs should be associated with pleasant remarks and illustrations; and occasionally with such series of questions as may be suggested by the language which is sung. The songs in this department are adapted to children who have passed the period of prattling infancy.
CREATION.
[[Listen]]
He who spread out the sky,
That broad blue canopy,
Who made the glorious sun,
The moon to shine by night,
The stars with eye so bright,
He made thee, little one.
He who with care doth keep
The nested birds that sleep:
And when their rest is done,
Doth guide them through the sky,
And feed them when they cry,
He loves thee, little one.