WHO TAKES CARE OF THE BIRDS?
Who taught the bird to build her nest
Of softest wool, and hay, and moss?
Who taught her how to weave it best,
And lay the tiny twigs across ?

Who taught the busy bee to fly
Among the sweetest herbs and flowers ?

And lay her store of honey by,

Providing food for winter hours ?

Who taught the little ant the way
Her narrow hole so well to bore?
And through the pleasant summer's day,
To gather up her winter's store ?

'Twas God who taught them all the way, And gave these little creatures skill;

And teaches children, if they pray,
To know and do his holy will.

LOVE AND KINDNESS.

Love and kindness we may measure,
By this simple rule alone ;
Do we mind our neighbor's pleasure,
Just as if it were our own?

Let us try to care for others,

Nor suppose ourselves the best ; We should all be friends and brothers, 'Twas the Saviour's last request.

BEING CAREFUL IN PLAY.

In your play be very careful
Not to give another pain;
If rude children hurt or tease you,
Never do the like to them.

If a stone were thrown upon you,
And should hit your head or eye,
Don't you know 't would hurt you sadly,
Don't you think 't would make you cry?

Never throw a stone or brickbat,
Though you see no creature near,
'Tis a dangerous, naughty practice,
Which you little ones should fear.

God will love the child that 's gentle,
And who tries to do no wrong,
And you must learn to be careful,
Now while you are very young.

THINGS TO REMEMBER.

These are the things I ought to mind:
To come in time, and every day,
And never idly wait behind,
Having no reason but to play.

To brush my clothes and put them on,
And see my hands and face are clean;
To know my lessons every one,
And to remember what they mean.

My books I must not tear or lose,
But always keep them fair and neat;
And wicked words I must not use,
Such as I hear about the street.

I must remember what I'm told,
And always do as I am bid,
And not be obstinate or bold,
Angry and sulky when I'm chid.

And when I am away from school,
And think that nobody is near,
I must remember every rule,
And be as good as when I'm there.

FOR A SICK CHILD.

Father in heaven, I am ill,
But cure me if it be thy will;
For thou can'st take away my pain,
And make me strong and well again.

Let me be patient every day,

And mind what those who nurse me say;
And grant that all I have to take,
May do me good for Jesus' sake.

SABBATH SCHOOL.

I love to join the joyful play,
To sport beside the shady pool,
To watch my kite soar far away,
But more I love the Sabbath school.

For there I meet my teacher's smile,
And read and learn the holy book,
And oh, my heart doth feel the while,
That God is pleas'd on us to look.