. Original poems, for infant minds . sad it appears !Do you think I can love you, so naughty as this, Or kiss you all wetted with tears ? Remember, though God is in heaven, my love, He sees you within and without,And always looks down from his glory above, To notice what you are about. If I am not with you, or if it be dark, And nobody is in the way,His eye is as able your doings to mark, In the night as it is in the day. Then dry up your tears, aijr ]ook smiling again,And never do things that are wrong, For Im sure you must feel it a terrible pain,To be naughty, and crying so long Well pray t
. Original poems, for infant minds . sad it appears !Do you think I can love you, so naughty as this, Or kiss you all wetted with tears ? Remember, though God is in heaven, my love, He sees you within and without,And always looks down from his glory above, To notice what you are about. If I am not with you, or if it be dark, And nobody is in the way,His eye is as able your doings to mark, In the night as it is in the day. Then dry up your tears, aijr ]ook smiling again,And never do things that are wrong, For Im sure you must feel it a terrible pain,To be naughty, and crying so long Well pray then that God may your passion forgive, And teach you from evil to fly ;And then youll be happy as long as you live And happy whenever you die ANN. HONEST OLD TRAY. OH ! dont hurt the dog, poor honest old Tray jWhat good will it do thee to drive him away ? Kind usage is justly his right ;Remember how faithful he is to his charge,And barks at the rogues when we set him at large, And guards us by day and by night. TOR INFANT MINDS. 65. Though thou, by and by, will grow up to a man,And Tray is a dog, let him grow as he can, Remember, my good little lad,A dog that is honest, and faithful, and mild,Is not only better than is a bad child, But better than men that are bad. If thou art a boy, and Tray is but a beast, I think it should teach thee one lesson at least, Thou ought to act better than he;And if without reason, or judgment, or sense,Tray does as we bid him, and gives no offence, How diligent Richard should be! If I do but just whistle, as oft thou hast seen,He seems to say, Master, what is it you mean ? My courage aud duty are see when I throw my hat over the pale,He fetches it back and comes wagging his tail, And lays it down close by my side. Then honest old tray, let him sleep at his ease,While thou from him learn to endeavour to please, And obey me with spirit and joy ;Or else we shall find (what would grieve me to Bay) 56 ORIGINAL POEMS, That Richards no better
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