I wish you could have seen him there; It did my spirit good, To see the small thing God had made I saw that He regardeth them- CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER. THE birds are flown away, The flowers are dead and gone, The clouds look cold and gray Around the setting sun. The trees with solemn sighs Their naked branches swing; The winter winds arise, And mournfully they sing. Upon his father's knee Was Charley's happy place, And these his simple words : 66 Father, how cold it blows! What 'comes of all the birds Amidst the storms and snows?" "They fly far, far away From storms, and snows, and rain But, Charley dear, next May They'll all come back again." "And will my flowers come too?" The little fellow said, "And all be bright and new, That now looks cold and dead?" "O, yes, dear; in the spring The birds return and sing, "And when no flower is seen "My son, there is a Power That none of us can see, Takes care of every flower, Gives life to every tree. "He through the pathless air Shows little birds their way; And we, too, are his care, He guards us day by day." "Father, when people die, Will they come back in May?" Tears were in Charley's eye,"Will they, dear father, say?" "No! they will never come; Still Charley kept his place, He look'd up in his face. THE ORPHAN. "I SAW a little lamb to-day, It felt no sorrow, pain, or fear, "Sweet little lamb, you cannot know What blessings I have lost: Were you like me, what could you do Amid the wintry frost? My clothes are thin, my food is poor, And I must beg from door to door. "I had a mother once, like you, She cherish'd me, and loved me too, "I must not weep and break my heart; They say such sorrows never come "Twas thus a little orphan sang, He bade her seek his smiling face, THE FROST. THE Frost look'd forth, one still clear night, I will not go on like that blustering train, Then he flew to the mountain, and powder'd its crest; Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear He went to the windows of those who slept, E |