there is seen,
The butterfly merrily skims it along;
The grasshopper chirps in the hedges so green,
And the linnet there sings us his liveliest song.

The birds and the insects are happy and gay;
The beasts of the field all are glad, and rejoice;
We, too, will be thankful to God every day,
And praise His great name in a loftier voice.

THE OLD MAN's COMFORTS.

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"You are old, Father William," a young man did say,
"And life must be hast'ning away;
You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death:
Now tell me the reason, I pray."

"I am cheerful, young man," Father William replied,
"Let the cause thy attention engage:
In the days of my youth I remember'd my God,
And he hath not forgotten my age."

CONTENTMENT.

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No glory I covet, nor riches I want,
Ambition is nothing to me;
The one thing I beg of kind heaven to grant,
Is a mind independent and free.

With passion unruffled, untainted with pride,
By reason my life let me square;
The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied;
And the rest is but folly and care.

The blessing which Providence kindly has lent
I'll justly and gratefully prize;
While sweet meditation and cheerful content
Shall make me both healthful and wise.

MORNING HYMN.

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My Father, I thank thee for sleep,
For quiet and peaceable rest;
I thank thee for stooping to keep
An infant from being distrest.

My voice shall be lisping thy praise,
My heart would repay thee with love;
O teach me to walk in thy ways,
And fit me to see thee above.

As long as thou seest it right
That here upon earth I should stay,
I pray thee to guard me by night,
And help me to serve thee by day.

EVENING HYMN.

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The sun that lately fill'd the skies
With all his sparkling rays,
Now hides his glories from our eyes,
And night comes on apace.

And now to him who made the Sun,
The world by day to light,
Who gave the gentler Moon to cheer
The still and gloomy night.

To him, O let my willing tongue
Send up the grateful strain;
And let my heart join with the song,
Or all my praise is vain.

TO BLESS, IS TO BE BLEST.

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