. Home songs for little people . e handPicking berries by the way, Making houses in the sand,Tossing up the fragrant hay. 58 HOME SONGS. Never dare the question ask, Why to me the weary task ?These same little hands may proveMessengers of light and love. Mother! watch the little tonguePrattling, eloquent, and wild;What is said and what is sungBy the joyous, happy the word while yet unspoken,Stop the vow before t is broken:This same tongue may yet proclaimBlessings in a Saviours name. Mother! watch the little heartBeating soft and warm for you ; Wholesome lessons now impart; Keep, o
. Home songs for little people . e handPicking berries by the way, Making houses in the sand,Tossing up the fragrant hay. 58 HOME SONGS. Never dare the question ask, Why to me the weary task ?These same little hands may proveMessengers of light and love. Mother! watch the little tonguePrattling, eloquent, and wild;What is said and what is sungBy the joyous, happy the word while yet unspoken,Stop the vow before t is broken:This same tongue may yet proclaimBlessings in a Saviours name. Mother! watch the little heartBeating soft and warm for you ; Wholesome lessons now impart; Keep, oh, keep that young heart true. Extricating every weed, Sowing good and precious seed ; Harvest rich you then may see, Ripen for eternity. SIXTY seconds make a minute,Sixty minutes make an hour,Twenty-four hours make a day,Long enough for sleep or play. HOME SONGS. IN every month the weeks are four, And twelve whole months will make a year; And when you are four, or a little more,You must work as well as play, my dear. , •• .. HAPPY CHILDHOOD. OYER field and meadow,Where the daisies grow, Up and down I wander,Singing as I go. 60 HOME SONGS. They wlio see me roving,Think me all alone, But the birds are with me ;Hark! their joyful tone. How can I be lonelyOn the sunny banks, While the murmuring watersRaise a song of thanks? CHILD3 HYMN. AT night my mother comes up stairs,She comes to hear me say my prayers;And while I m sitting on her knee,She always kisses little me. Before she takes away the light, She tucks the blanket smooth and tight, And all around my sleepy head She draws the curtains of my bed. I heard her walk across the floor,And softly shut the nursery-door;And then I cried with all my might,Good-night, my mamma dear, good-night! That dear mamma, so sweet and mild,I heard her say, God bless my child!And always when she goes away,These are the words I hear her say. HOME SONGS. Gl Oh, what a happy child am I,While in my little bed I lie,Blest by a mothers tender love,
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