Its leaves were scatter'd by the wind,
Its fragrance lost in air;
Till nothing there was left behind,
Of all that was so fair.
Young children, like this little flower,
Though beautiful and gay,
May in some sudden, mournful hour,
By death be borne away.
But the good child who loves to pray,
Whose sins are all forgiv'n,
Who loves the Savior's will t' obey,
May live and bloom in heav'n.
B.
BY THE SIDE OF A RIVER.
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By the side of a river so clear,
They carried the beautiful child,
Mid the flags and the bushes,
In an ark of bulrushes,
They left him so lonely and wild;
For the ruffians would come
If he tarried at home,
And murder that infant so dear.
By the side of the river so clear,
The ladies were winding their path,
When Pharaoh's daughter
Stepp'd into the water
Her delicate person to bathe:
Before it was dark,
She open'd the ark,
And found a sweet infant was there.