SAMUEL.
THE BIRD'S NEST.
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What is Harry thinking of, Sitting on that mossy stone? All his brothers are at play; Why is he so still and lone?
He is musing earnestly; And the flutterings of the bird And its pleading, feeble chirp Fall upon his ear unheard.
Well may little Harry think! From the pear-tree's withered bough He has brought the pretty nest, Placed within his hat-crown now.
That is why he sits alone; And he hears a voice within, Louder than the Robin's note, Crying, "Harry, this is sin!"
Then put back the nest, my boy, So you will be glad and free, Nor will hasten by in shame, When you pass that withered tree. | |
GOD LOVES US.
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"How beautiful it is, mamma, That God should love us all; That He should listen to their prayer, When little children call!
"What shall I do for him, mamma? For He's so kind to me,— How shall I show my love to Him Who made bird, flower and tree?"
"The only thing which you can do Is this, my darling child, Be always gentle, full of love, In words and actions mild.
"Thus you will show your love to God Who is so kind to you; And you will live with Him at last In His bright heaven, too." | |