Give to the Father praise,
Give glory to the Son;
And to the Spirit of His Grace,
Be equal honor done.
THE FROLICSOME KITTEN.
Dear kitten, do lie still, I say,
I really want you to be quiet,
Instead of scampering away,
And always making such a riot!
There, only see you’ve torn my frock,
And poor mama must put a patch in;
I’ll give you a right earnest knock,
To cure you of this trick of scratching.
——Nay do not scold your little cat,
She does not know what ’tis you’re saying.
And ev’ry time you give a pat,
She thinks you mean it all for playing.