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Sweets for Leisure Hours Amusing Tales for Little Readers
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EVENING HYMN.
The sun that lately fill’d the skies
With all his sparkling rays,
Now hides his glories from our eyes,
And night comes on apace.
With all his sparkling rays,
Now hides his glories from our eyes,
And night comes on apace.
And now to him who made the Sun,
The world by day to light,
Who gave the gentler Moon to cheer
The still and gloomy night.
The world by day to light,
Who gave the gentler Moon to cheer
The still and gloomy night.
To him, O let my willing tongue
Send up the grateful strain;
And let my heart join with the song,
Or all my praise is vain.
Send up the grateful strain;
And let my heart join with the song,
Or all my praise is vain.
TO BLESS, IS TO BE BLEST.
When young, what honest triumph flush’d my breast,
This truth once known,—To bless, is to be blest!
I led the bending beggar on his way;
(Bare were his feet, his tresses silver-grey;)
Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt,
And on his tale with mute attention dwelt.
As in his script I dropp’d my little store,
I griev’d to think that little was no more;
He breath’d his pray’r,—“Long may such goodness live!”
’Twas all he gave, ’twas all he had to give.
This truth once known,—To bless, is to be blest!
I led the bending beggar on his way;
(Bare were his feet, his tresses silver-grey;)
Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt,
And on his tale with mute attention dwelt.
As in his script I dropp’d my little store,
I griev’d to think that little was no more;
He breath’d his pray’r,—“Long may such goodness live!”
’Twas all he gave, ’twas all he had to give.
THE LITTLE MOUSE.
In this neat little house
Liv’d a poor little mouse,
He had plenty to eat every day;
Till, enticed by another,
Without leave of his mother,
He ventured one day out to play.
Liv’d a poor little mouse,
He had plenty to eat every day;
Till, enticed by another,
Without leave of his mother,
He ventured one day out to play.
But the cat he soon spied,
As he walk’d the bank-side,
And soon of his folly repented.
She put out her paw,
Seized him with her claw,
And eat him before she relented.
As he walk’d the bank-side,
And soon of his folly repented.
She put out her paw,
Seized him with her claw,
And eat him before she relented.
LOVE TO GOD
PRODUCES LOVE TO MEN.
Let gratitude in acts of goodness flow;
Our love to God, in love to man below.
Be this our joy—to calm the troubled breast,
Support the weak, and succour the
Our love to God, in love to man below.
Be this our joy—to calm the troubled breast,
Support the weak, and succour the