I WILL keep the Sabbath holy,
The day of sacred rest!
The brightest day of all the week,
The day I love the best.
I will keep the Sabbath holy,
It is the Saviour's day!
By quietness and meekness too,
By ceasing from my play.
I will keep the Sabbath holy,
The day so still and fair!
By kindly thoughts, and words of love,
By worship and by prayer.
The Saviour looks from heaven,
And listens when I pray;
He loves all little children,
Who keep the Sabbath day.
DARLING little baby-brother,
What name shall I choose for you?
William, Edward, John or Jamie,
Frank I like, and Henry too.
Which will you like best, I wonder,
Which sound sweetest when I call?
Charles is charming, so is George, but
Frank I fancy more than all.
WITH glossy, downy, jetty skin,
And eyes of blue, of frolic mien,
A roguish look, and playful ways,
Whose grace one's kindness all repays;
A form of roundness, tiny feet,
That pat along its friends to meet,
Its pretty neck it loves to show,
Decked with a spot as white as snow;
A voice of music sweet and new,
When for mamma it murmurs "mew!"
Yet from her kiss will wildly start,
It has so frolicsome a heart.
All these rare beauties do belong
To our sweet kitten; but this song
Is most unworthy in her praise,
She has so many cunning ways.
O PRAY take your eyes from off your book,
And come to the window, mamma, and look.
See the big snow-flakes, how fast they fall,
O how I wish I could catch them all!
How many it takes to make up a storm,
And they all are of different size and form.
Some look like a star, and some like a flower,
And some like a cloud, and all like a shower;
But prettier far than a shower of rain,
So pure and white, without blemish or stain.
And O how quiet and noiseless they come,
As fast as they can from their lofty home,
Busily clothing the face of the ground,
And giving it beauty without any sound.
I leave you, mamma, for away I must go,
To play with the silent, the beautiful snow.
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