rus send,
Unto my brethren five at home,
To warn them of my end."

He answer'd, "No, they have the Law
And Prophets often read;
If they're not warn'd, they'll not believe
Though one rose from the dead."

How sad it is to live in sin,
And spend our fleeting breath
In vanity, so when God calls
We're unprepared for death.

Let us love God with all our hearts,
And lean upon his Word,
That after death we all may reign
Forever with the Lord.

[Illustration: MISSING]

XI.

THE PRODIGAL SON.

"There's joy divine," the Saviour said,
"Among the bless'd in Heaven,
When one on earth of sin repents,
And feels his sin forgiven."

There was a man who had two sons;
The _younger_ to him said,
"Give me the share that falls to me;"
And he division made.

And soon the younger son prepared
To leave his father's home,
And all the comforts he enjoy'd,
Out o'er the world to roam.

How many children leave their home
To wander far and wide,
To roam o'er hill and desert far,
Or on the foaming tide.

But still they feel, whate'er they do
Wherever they may roam,
Whatever pleasures they may have,
_There is no place like home._

The younger son took all he had,
And soon the whole was spent;
A famine rising in the land,
He soon began to want.

He therefore went and hired himself
Unto a citizen;
And out into the field he went
To feed his master's swine.

And he was hungry; hunger came
So pressing that he fain
Would have partaken of the husks
With which he fed the swine.

And there he came unto himself,
And thought upon his home,
"I plenty had when I was there,
To what am I now come?

"My father's hired servants have
Great plenty and to spare,
While I am perishing for food,
And with the swine do share.

"I well remember father's house,
And brother too so kind;
Why did I leave them, here to die,
This poverty to find?

"I am determined what to do;
I will at once arise,
And to my father's house will go,
And there, with streaming eyes,

"Will say, 'O! father, I have sinn'd,
And wander'd from thee far,
Call me not _son_, but make me as
Thy hired servants are."

He rose and wander'd towards his home,
With grief and tearful eye,
But when he was a great way off,
His father did him spy,

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