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But man alone to bounteous Heaven,
Thanksgiving's conscious (3) strains (4) can raise;
Mrs. OPIE. (3) Conscious—understood (4) Strains-prayers, hymns.
“O all ye Works of the Lord, bless ye the Lord: praise him and magnify him for ever.”
"Oye Children of Men, bless ye the Lord; praise him and magnify him for ever.”
WE ARE SEVEN.
A simple child, dear brother Jim,
That lightly draws its breath,
What should it know of death ?
I met a little cottage girl,
She was eight years old, she said;
That clustered (1) round her head.
“Sisters and brothers, little maid,
How many may you be?'
• And where are they, I pray you tell?'
She answered, “ seven are we,
(1) Clustered-hanging in clusters.
"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
Dwell near them with my mother.'
"You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea ;
Sweet maid, how this may be.'
Then did the little maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree.'
You run about, my little maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
Then ye are only five.'
The little maid replied, "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.
"My stockings there I often knit,
My ’kerchief there I hem;
I sit and sing to them.
. And often after sunset, sir,
When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer (2) And eat my supper there.
(2) Porringer--a small wooden bowl.
“The first that died was little Jane,
In bed she moaning lay,
And then she went away.
And all the summer dry,
My brother John and I. 'And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
And he lies by her side.'
'If they two are in heaven ?' The little maiden did reply,
O, master! we are seven.'
Their spirits are in heaven.'
• Why should you fear the truth to tell?
So long as you your crime conceal,
(3) Tinge-colour, mark. Endure anything rather than descend to utter an untruth or frame an equivocation. A just teacher, or a wise parent will readily forgive an offence, provided that it is confessed in an open and sincere manner. Remember as long as you live that a lie has never, or will ever, avail anything. It is sure to be discovered sooner or later, and the punishment will be severe but just.
Little boys and girls, recollect Ananias and Sapphira.
THE BLIND BOY'S BEEN AT PLAY MOTHER.
The Blind Boy's been at play, mother,
And merry games we had;
And every step was glad.
And praised its varied hue,
Just like a drop of dew.
We took him to the mill, mother,
Where falling waters made
As golden sun-rays played;
And hailed the clear blue sky,
And breathed a long, long sigh.
We asked him why he wept, mother,
Whene’er we found the spots
O’er wild Forget-me-nots :
As fast as summer showers,
The sunshine and the flowers."
Oh, that poor sightless boy, mother,
Has taught me I am blest,
On all I love the best,
And daisies red and white,
And thank my God for sight.
A poor blind boy goes out to play with his companions, but he cannot see the beautiful blue sky, or the lovely flowers, or the green grass, and is sad poor boy when those with him shouted at the glorious scene; and hailed the clear blue sky! How thankful then should those little boys be that are not blind, and who can see the faces of those that love them, and every thing about them,-let them therefore remember the poor blind boy, and love the good God who gave them*sight.
A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER.
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,