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The snow it was gone, the sun shone warm,
The merry gnats danced in many a swarm,
The Swallow knew neither want nor care,
She found for her children enough and to
spare.
Girl Come, little Dog, 'tis your master's will
That you learn to sit upright and still.
Dog Learn must I? I'm so small, you see,
Just for a little while let it be!
Girl No, little Dog, it is far best to learn soon,
For later it would be more painfully done.
The little Dog learned, without more ado,
And soon could sit upright and walk
upright too;
In deepest waters unfearing could spring,
And whatever was lost could speedily bring.
The master saw his pleasure, and he too
began
To learn, and thus grew up a wise, good
man.
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THE FLOWERS.
Say, Ma! did God make all the flowers
That richly bloom to-day?
And is it he that sends sweet showers
To make them look so gay?
Did he make all the mountains
That rear their heads so high?
And all the little fountains
That glide so gently by?
And does he care for children small?
Say, ma! does God love me?
Has he the guardian care of all
The various things we see?