At once he burst forth into weeping,
And heart-rending shrieks loud and shrill;
He saw not a kind hand was near him
The empty cup soon to refill.
Dear baby! too often we elders,
Like you, break our hearts without need,
And see not the Hand that provides us
Our food in sweet harvests and seed.
If a check ever lessens our plenty,
And wasted our crops ever lie,
Then, forgetful of all our past blessings,
How hastily rises our cry!
Ah! dry we our blinding tears, baby,
Look up to our Father above,
And patiently wait till he fills us
Our cups in His mercy and love.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: E]
Twined by Evergreens.
They never fade.
[Illustration: F]
Found in Fern-leaves,
Which grow in the shade.
[Illustration: G]
Is a Grape-vine,
Bearing some fruit.
[Illustration: H]
Holds a Holly bush
Plucked by the root.
[Illustration]
DANCE, DOGGIE, DANCE.
Now, Fido, I have dressed you up
In cap, and coat, and cape;
No, no, indeed my little friend,
You cannot yet escape!
Papa has seen a foreign dog
Dressed up like you in France,
And says that little poodle pup
Was quickly taught to dance.
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