God's commands as here we do,
And love each other ever too,
Together in the sky.

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A FINE THING.

Who am I, with noble face,
Shining in a clear blue place?
If to look at me you try,
I shall blind your little eye.

When my noble face I show
Over yonder mountain blue,
All the clouds away do ride,
And the dusky night beside.

Then the clear wet dews I dry,
With the look of my bright eye;
And the little birds awake,
Many a merry tune to make.

Cowslips then, and harebells blue,
And lily-cups their lips undo,
For they shut themselves up tight,
All the dark and foggy night.

Then the busy people go,
Every one his work unto;
Little girl, when your's is done,
Guess if I am not the Sun.

SLEEPY TOM.

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Get up, little boy,
You are sleeping too long;
Your brother is dressed,
He is singing a song,
And Tom must be wakened,
O, fie!

Come, open the curtains,
And let in the light;
For children should only
Be sleepy at night,
When stars may be seen
In the sky.

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SANDY.

Wee Sandy in the corner,
Sits crying on a stool;
And deep the laddie rues
Playing truant from the school.

So you'll learn from silly Sandy,
He's gotten such a fright;
To do nothing through the day,
That may cause you tears at night.

Those who will not be advised,
Are sure to rue ere long;
And many pains it costs them
To do the thing that's wrong.

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THE CARE OF BIRDS.

Who gave the bird its feathers bright,
Its pretty breast to warm;
In winter's cold to keep it quite
Preserved from every harm?

Who taught the bird to build its nest
Of wool, and hay, and moss;
Who taught it how to weave it best,
And lay the twigs across?

'Twas God who taught it all the way,
And gave it power and skill;
And teaches children when they pray,
To do His holy will.

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WILLIE WINKIE.

Hey! Willie Winkie,
Are you coming then?
The cat's singing gay tunes
To the sleeping hen.

The dog is lying on the floor,
And does not even peep;
But here's a wakeful laddie,
That will not fall asleep.

Anything but sleep, you rogue,
Glowing like the moon;
Rattling in a stone jug,
With an iron spoon.

Rumbling, tumbling all about
Crowing like a cock;
Screaming like I don't know what
Waking sleeping folks.

Hey! Willie Winkie!
Can't you keep him still,
Wriggling off a body's