t dies.

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But humility will last,
Fair and sweet, when beauty's past;
And the Saviour, from above,
Views a humble child with love.

Come, my love, and do not spurn
From a little flower to learn:
Let your temper be as sweet
As the lily at your feet;
Be as gentle, be as mild:
Be a modest, simple child.

The Forget-me-not.

There is a sweet, a lovely flower,
Tinged deep with faith's unchanging hue,
Pure as the ether in its hour
Of loveliest and serenest blue.

The streamlet's gentle side it seeks,
The silent fount, the shaded grot;
And sweetly to the heart it speaks--
Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.

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See the flowers, how they grow;
Hear the winds that gently blow.
Bird and insect, flower and tree,
Know they must not idle be;
Each has something it must do--
Little children, so must you.

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The buds and the blossoms,
How bright to the view!
Like jewels and diamonds,
They sparkle with dew.

The sun's rising beams
Have greeted each flower:
How lovely the scene,
How peaceful the hour!

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All nature awakens
From a night of soft sleep,
And the insects once more
From their hiding-holes creep.

The old birds have flown
Far away to get food,
While anxiously wait
Their timid young brood.

To our Father in heaven
Our voices we'll raise,
With feelings most fervent,
In songs to his praise.

Dear Saviour, to love thee
Our hearts are inclined;
Oh, teach us, we pray thee,
Thy precepts to mind!

Upon our heart-garden,
Oh, let thy love rain,
Like fresh summer showers
Upon the young grain.

Like soft, gentle dew
Upon the dry earth,
Which opens the old buds,
And to new ones gives birth.

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O, teach us to offer
Good deeds in thy praise,
And acts of true charity
Be the hymns that we raise.

From all that will harm us,
Or sorrow will bring,
Oh, keep us, dear Lord,
Beneath thy bright wing.

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WHO MADE THE FLOWERS?

Say, Ma! did God make all the flowers
That richly bloom to-day?
And is it he that sends sweet showers
To make them look so gay?

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