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Look! there it is, close by the tree,
I see the robin's scarlet breast
The nest is made of tender moss,
you may see the robin's eggs
The robin sits for many days,
And warms them with her breast; How glad she is when first she hears A chirping in the nest!
Each little bird comes creeping out,
The father robin looks for food,
But when his young ones are asleep Beneath their mother's wing,
He comes and perches near the nest, And soon begins to sing.
At last the little birds are grown,
And then they leave the parent birds,
The robins stay all year with us,
And when it's very cold,
They come and chirp about the house, For hunger makes them bold.
And when we see them hopping near,
We'll go and watch them quietly,
In summer time, with tender care,
"LITTLE CHILDREN, LOVE ONE ANOTHER.”
A LITTLE girl, with a happy look,
Sat slowly reading a ponderous book,
All bound with velvet and edged with gold,
And its weight was more than the child could hold; Yet dearly she loved to ponder it o'er,
And every day she prized it more;
For it said, and she look'd at her smiling mother,-
She thought it was beautiful in the book,
So, Mamma, I'll be kind to my darling brother,
"I'm sorry he 's naughty, and will not play;
The little girl did as her Bible taught,
And pleasant indeed was the change it wrought; For the boy look'd up in glad surprise,
To meet the light of her loving eyes :
His heart was full, he could not speak,
It is a pleasant thing
To walk at early day,
To see the pretty flowers,
And smell the sweet new hay.
The sun is warm and bright,
Are wet with drops of dew.
Hush! don't you hear the bird
It left its little nest
When day was just begun,
And flew so high to bid
Good morning to the sun.
"Good morning, shining Sun,"
I think the lark would say, "I'm happy in my heart
This fine warm summer day.
"I'm very glad you're come,
You make the world so light,
"I'll sing a merry song,
And then fly down to rest,
The lark has done its song,
The sweet and happy sound.
And when our hearts are glad
In long, bright summer days,
Our songs and hymns of praise.
God loves each thing He made,
But glad and thankful hearts
He loves the best of all.