. The house on the hill; or, Stories for Charlie and Alice . ITTLE children, do you know,Where the little birds all go,When the winter wind blows cold,When the summer days are told ? Little children, can you tell,Where the ants and crickets dwell ?Where the flowers and grasses hide,While the snow is drifting wide ? Little children, do you think,When the western sun does sink, 51 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. Who will keep you in the night,Through the darkness till the light ? Little children, do not fear,God, the God of love, is near;Arid around your bed will keepHoly angels, while you sleep. He will
. The house on the hill; or, Stories for Charlie and Alice . ITTLE children, do you know,Where the little birds all go,When the winter wind blows cold,When the summer days are told ? Little children, can you tell,Where the ants and crickets dwell ?Where the flowers and grasses hide,While the snow is drifting wide ? Little children, do you think,When the western sun does sink, 51 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. Who will keep you in the night,Through the darkness till the light ? Little children, do not fear,God, the God of love, is near;Arid around your bed will keepHoly angels, while you sleep. He will guide the bird lings wing,Food unto the raven bring;Keep each bug, and bird and flower,Through the dreary winter hour ; Hear the little childrens prayer,Watch them with His loving care,And wherever they may be,Say, Dear children, come to Me ! 52 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. THE BLACK MARK. ^ Jitivy ^tovy for. HERE was once a little girl whose namewas Maud ; she was very pretty, and herPapa and Mamma loved her dearly, and boughta great many toys and beautiful things to makeher had one little brother named when Maud was a very little baby, her Motherwas rocking her, and singing little hymns to her. Shelooked at her babys sweet face, and wished it couldalways be so pleasant. She hoped she would be a goodlittle girl. She wished she could keep her from everbeing naughty. 53 THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. While she was thinking about it, she heard the dooropen, and, looking round, she saw an old, old womancome into the room. She had on a red cloak, and awhite cap, and a queer, pointed hood on her head. In her hand she carried a little wooden pail full ofblack paint, and a brush was standing in it. In theother hand she held a cane, with a big yellow ball onthe top of it. She hobbled across the floor, and came and looked atthe baby. Thats a nice baby, she said. I am the FairyCrossette
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