The forked flash that now descends,
And thunders too that roll;
Alike are guided by God's arm,
And under his control.

These little girls, though very young,
Will never do what's rude or wrong;
When spoken to, they always try,
To give the most polite reply.
Of Blue Beard 'tis in stories said,
He married many wives;
And that when they too curious grew,
He soon cut short their lives.

I think I should like to be happy to-day
If I could but tell the easiest way;
But then I don't know any pretty new play,
Unless it's a romp with my little dog Tray.