NURSERY SONG. If I am good, he'll kiss me, And hear me say my prayers, And bid me then a kind good night, 47 THE STORM. SEE the white clouds, Over the face Of the clear blue sky. They pass the sun, And now they are bright, Shining like gold, In his burning light. O there are more clouds ! Come, look again; They are dark and black With the bursting rain. 50 THE STORM And now I believe, That never again, Will my sunny smiles But I will be good, MY FATHER. I BOUND to meet my father, 'Tis joy for me to love him, I will always try to please him, And he will kiss me then, and say, I am his darling child. |