THE CHILD'S DESIRE.

I think, as I read that sweet story of old,

When Jesus was here among men,

How He called little children as lambs to His fold,
I should like to have been with them then.

I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
That His arms had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, "Let the little ones come unto me."

But still to His footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in His love;

And if I thus earnestly seek Him below,

I shall see Him and hear Him above,
In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare
For all that are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

MRS. LUKE,

The very cows, that lie and doze
Beneath the trees in glad repose;
The birds, that in their branches sing,
And make the air with music ring,
All these thank God.

Oh, thank God for the radiant sky,
Whose varying beauty charms the eye, -
Now gray and dark, now blue and bright,
Unfailing source of pure delight,

For this thank God.

He gives the life to everything,-
To beasts that roar, and birds that sing.
But thought and speech he gave to men,
While beasts are dumb: O children, then,
For this thank God!

RHYMING STORY-BOOK.