Merrily, merrily, those in the tree,
Bluebird and Robin, are singing to me;
Round the window see them fly,—
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Glad little robin, you never can know
Who is the Maker who fashioned you so;
Yet you cannot weep nor sigh,—
Birds are glad, and so am I.
He who created the birds of the air,
Surely will keep me from trouble and care;
He has taught the birds to fly,—
Birds are glad, and so am I.
DIVINE GUIDANCE.
O Thou, who hast at Thy command,
The hearts of all men in Thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To know no other will but Thine.
Our wishes, our desires control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O’er all may we victorious be,
That stands between ourselves and Thee.
Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to Thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
INDUSTRY.
Up, be doing, little children:
Up, be doing, while ’tis day;
Do the work the Master gives you,
Do not loiter by the way:
For we all have work before us,
Thou, my child, as well as I;
Let us seek to learn our duty,
And perform it cheerfully.
Be up and doing, little children,
Gentle be, and ever kind;
Helpful to your loving mothers,
E’en their slightest wishes mind.
Let your little playmates love you,
For your care and gentle play;
And the feeble and more wilful,
Help them by your kindly way.