“But when we suffer evil thoughts
To grow and flourish there,
Then they are like the noxious weeds,
That choke the flowerets fair.”
CHILD’S TALENT
God intrusts to all
Talents, few or many;
None so young or small,
That they have not any.
Though the great and wise
May have more in number,
Yet my own I prize,
And they must not slumber.
Little drops of rain.
Bring the springing flowers;
And I may attain
Much by little powers.
Every little mite,
Every little measure,
Helps to spread the light,
Helps to swell the treasure.
THE STARS ARE COMING.
“See, the stars are coming
In the far blue skies;
Mother, look! they brighten;
Are they angels’ eyes?”
“No, my child; the lustre
Of the stars is given,
Like the hues of flowers,
By the God of heaven.”
“Mother, if I study,
Sure He’ll make me know
Why the stars He kindled,
O’er our earth to glow?”