,,devotional ,,poetry ,,for ,,the ,,children4 ,,second ,,part4 ,make us beautiful within1 ,by ,thy ,spirit's holy light2 ,guard us when our faith burns dim1 ,father of all love and might4 ,,philadelphia3 ,published by the ,book ,association of ,friends4 #ahgj4 ,electrotyped and ,printed for the ,association1 ,,by ,,thomas ,w4 ,,stuckey1 #djc ,north ,sixth street1 above ,callowhill1 ,philadelphia4 ,,index4 ,,page ,the ,life-,clock1 #e ,god is ,love1 #f ,time1--,thanksgiving1 #g ,thou1 ,god1 seest ,me1 #h ,the ,beautiful ,works of ,god1 #i ,spiritual ,blessings1--,the ,dove's ,visit1 #aj ,teach ,us to ,pray1--,deeds of ,kindness1 #ab ,an ,evening ,song1 #ad ,be ,kind to ,the ,poor1 #ae ,the ,lesson of ,the ,leaves1 #af ,the ,spring-,bird's ,lesson1 #ag ,the ,orphan's ,hymn1--,morning1 #ah ,evening1 #ai ,a ,moment ,too ,late1 #bj ,a ,little ,sonnet about ,little ,things1 #ba ,examination1 #bb ,god is in ,his holy ,temple1 #bc ,morning ,glories1 #bd ,how ,beautiful the ,setting ,sun1 #be ,summer ,time1 #bf ,like ,jesus1--,i ,have a ,home1 #bg ,god1 #bh ,the ,bird's ,nest1 #bi ,the ,lark1--,effort1 #cj ,the ,sea ,shell1 #ca ,god is ,good1--,despise not ,simple ,things1 #cb ,the ,violet1 #cc ,child's ,talent1 #cd ,the ,stars are ,coming1 #ce ,the ,flowers1 #cf ,little by ,little1 #cg ,never1 ,my ,child1 ,forget to ,pray1 #ch ,the ,child's ,prayer1 #ch ,a ,childlike ,spirit1 #ci ,live for ,something1 #da ,the ,beautiful1 #db ,don't ,kill the ,birds1 #dc ,little ,acts of ,kindness1 #dd ,the ,blessings1 #df ,when ,father ,comes ,home1 #dg ,harvest-,field of ,time1 #dh ,prayer1--,reflections1 #di ,what is ,heaven8 #ej ,the ,child's ,monitor1 #ea ,give ,us our ,daily ,bread1 #eb ,true ,rest1 #ed ,one by ,one1 #ef ,god ,seen in ,his ,works1 #eg ,the ,little ,sunbeam1 #eh ,compassion1--,i ,will be ,good to-day1 #ei ,i'll ,do what ,i ,can1 #fj ,time to ,arise1 #fa ,divine ,guidance1--,industry1 #fb ,prayer is the ,soul's sincere ,desire1 #fc ,angry ,words1 #fc ,the ,request1 #fd ,,devotional ,,poetry ,,for ,,the ,,children4 ,,the ,,life-,,clock4 ,there is a little mystic clock1 ,no human eye hath seen1 ,that beateth on1--and beateth on1-- ,from morning until e'en4 ,and when the soul is wrapped in sleep1 ,all silent and alone1 ,it ticks and ticks the livelong night1 ,and never runneth down4 ,oh6 wondrous is that work of art1 ,which knells the passing hour2 ,but art ne'er formed1 nor mind conceived1 ,the life-clock's magic power4 ,not set in gold1 nor decked with gems1 ,by wealth and pride possessed2 ,but rich or poor1 or high or low1 ,each bears it in his breast4 ,such is the clock that measures life1-- ,of flesh and spirit blended1-- ,and thus 't will run within the breast1 ,till that strange life is ended4 ,,god ,,is ,,love4 ,lo6 the heavens are breaking1 ,pure and bright above2 ,light and life awaking1 ,murmur1 ,god is love4 ,music now is ringing1 ,through the leafy grove1 ,feathered songsters1 singing1 ,warble1 ,god is love4 ,wake1 my heart1 and springing1 ,spread thy wings above2 ,soaring still1 and singing1-- ,singing1 ,god is love4 ,,time4 ,a minute1--how soon it is flown6 ,and yet1 how important it is6 ,god calls every moment ,his own1-- ,for all our existence is ,his3 ,and tho' we may waste many moments each day1 ,he notices each that we squander away4 ,we should not a minute despise1 ,although it so quickly is o'er2 ,we know that it rapidly flies1 ,and therefore should prize it the more4 ,another1 indeed1 may appear in its stead2 ,but that precious minute1 for ever1 is fled4 ',tis easy to squander our years ,in idleness1 folly1 and strife2 ,but1 oh6 no repentance nor tears ,can bring back one moment of life4 ,then wisely improve all the time as it goes1 ,and life will be happy1 and peaceful the close4 ,,thanksgiving4 ,there's not a leaf within the bower1-- ,there's not a bird upon the tree1-- ,there's not a dewdrop on the flower1-- ,but bears the impress1 ,lord1 of ,thee4 ,thy power the varied leaf designed1 ,and gave the bird its thrilling tone2 ,thy hand the dewdrops' tints combined1 ,till like a diamond's blaze they shone4 ,yes1 dewdrops1 leaves and buds1 and all1-- ,the smallest1 like the greatest things1-- ,the sea's vast space1 the earth's wide ball1 ,alike proclaim ,thee1 ,king of kings6 ,but man alone1 to bounteous ,heaven1 ,thanksgiving's conscious strains can raise3 ,to favored man1 alone1 'tis given1 ,to join the angelic choir in praise4 ,,thou1 ,,god1 ,,seest ,,me4 ,thine eye is on me always1 ,thou knowest the way ,i take2 ,thou seest me when ,i'm sleeping1 ,thou seest me when ,i wake4 ,thine arm is round about me1 ,thy hand is underneath2 ,thy love will still preserve me1 ,if ,i ,thy laws do keep4 ,thou art my present helper1-- ,be ,thou my daily guide2 ,then ,i'll be safe for ever1 ,whatever may betide4 ,oh6 help me1 dearest ,father1 ,to walk in wisdom's way1 ,that ,i1 ,thy loving child1 may be ,through every future day1 ,and1 by my loving actions1 prove ,that ,he who guardeth me is ,love4 ,,the ,,beautiful ,,works ,,of ,,god4 ,all things bright and beautiful1 ,all creatures great and small1 ,all things wise and wonderful1-- ,the ,lord ,god made them all4 ,each little flower that opens1 ,each little bird that sings1 ,he made their glowing colors1 ,he made their shining wings4 ,the tall trees in the green wood1 ,the meadows where we play1 ,the rushes1 by the water1 ,we gather every day1-- ,he gave us eyes to see them1 ,and lips1 that we may tell ,how great is ,god ,almighty1 ,who doeth all things well4 ,,spiritual ,,blessings4 ,almighty ,father6 ,thou hast many blessings ,in store for every loving child of ,thine2 ,for this ,i pray1--,let me1 ,thy grace possessing1 ,seek to be guided by ,thy will divine4 ,not for earth's treasures1--for her joys the dearest1-- ,would ,i my supplications raise to ,thee2 ,not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest1 ,but only that ,i give that heart to ,thee4 ,i pray that ,thou wouldst guide and guard me ever2 ,cleanse1 by ,thy power1 from every stain of sin2 ,i will ,thy blessing ask on each endeavor1 ,and thus ,thy promised peace my soul shall win4 ,,the ,,dove',s ,,visit4 ,i knew a little1 sickly child1 ,the long1 long summer's day1 ,when all the world was green and bright1 ,alone in bed to lay2 ,there used to come a little dove ,before his window small1 ,and sing to him with her sweet voice1 ,out of the fir-tree tall4 ,and when the sick child better grew1 ,and he could creep along1 ,close to that window he would come1 ,and listen to her song4 ,he was so gentle in his speech1 ,and quiet at his play1 ,he would not1 for the world1 have made1 ,that sweet bird fly away4 ,there is a ,holy ,dove that sings ,to every listening child1-- ,that whispers to his little heart ,a song more sweet and mild4 ,it is the ,spirit of our ,god ,that speaks to him within2 ,that leads him on to all things good1 ,and holds him back from sin4 ,and he must hear that still1 small voice1 ,nor tempt it to depart1-- ,the ,spirit1 great and wonderful1 ,that whispers in his heart4 ,he must be pure1 and good1 and true2 ,must strive1 and watch1 and pray2 ,for unresisted sin1 at last1 ,may drive that ,dove away4 ,,teach ,,us ,,to ,,pray4 ,teach us to pray ,oh1 ,father6 we look up to ,thee1 ,and this our one request shall be1 ,teach us to pray4 ,teach us to pray4 ,a form of words will not suffice1-- ,the heart must bring its sacrifice3 ,teach us to pray4 ,teach us to pray4 ,to whom shall we1 ,thy children1 turn8 ,teach ,thou the lesson we would learn3 ,teach us to pray4 ,teach us to pray4 ,to ,thee1 alone1 our hearts look up3 ,prayer is our only door of hope2 ,teach us to pray4 ,,deeds ,,of ,,kindness4 ,suppose the little cowslip ,should hang its tiny cup1 ,and say1 ,i'm such a little flower1 ,i'd better not grow up4 ,how many a weary traveler ,would miss the fragrant smell8 ,how many a little child would grieve ,to miss it from the dell6 ,suppose the glistening dew-drop1 ,upon the grass1 should say1 ,what can a little dew-drop do8 ,i'd better roll away4 ,the blade on which it rested1 ,before the day was done1 ,without a drop to moisten it1 ,would wither in the sun4 ,suppose the little breezes ,upon a summer's day1 ,should think themselves too small to cool ,the traveler on his way3 ,who would not miss the smallest ,and softest ones that blow1 ,and think they made a great mistake ,if they were talking so8 ,how many deeds of kindness ,a little child may do1 ,although it has so little strength1 ,and little wisdom1 too4 ,it wants a loving spirit1 ,much more than strength1 to prove1 ,how many things a child may do ,for others by his love4 ,,an ,,evening ,,song4 ,how radiant the evening skies6 ,broad wing of blue in heaven unfurled1 ,god watching with unwearied eyes ,the welfare of a sleeping world4 ,he rolls the sun to its decline1 ,and speeds it on to realms afar1 ,to let the modest glowworm shine1 ,and men behold the evening star4 ,he lights the wild flower in the wood1 ,he rocks the sparrow in her nest1 ,he guides the angels on their road1 ,that come to guard us while we rest ,when blows the bee his tiny horn1 ,to wake the sisterhood of flowers1 ,he kindles with ,his smile the morn1 ,to bless with light the winged hours4 ,o ,god6 look down with loving eyes ,upon ,thy children slumbering here1 ,beneath this tent of starry skies1 ,for heaven is nigh1 and ,thou art near4 ,,be ,,kind ,,to ,,the ,,poor4 ,turn not from him1 who asks of thee ,a portion of thy store2 ,poor though in earthly goods thou be1 ,thou yet canst give1--what's more1 ,the balm of comfort thou canst pour ,into his grieving mind1 ,who oft is turned from wealth's proud door1 ,with many a word unkind4 ,does any from the false world find ,naught but reproach and scorn8 ,does any1 stung by words unkind1 ,wish that he ne'er was born8 ,do thou raise up his drooping heart1 ,restore his wounded mind2 ,though naught of wealth thou canst impart1 ,yet still thou mayest be kind4 ,and oft again thy words shall wing ,backward their course to thee1 ,and in thy breast will prove a spring ,of pure felicity4 ,,the ,,lesson ,,of ,,the ,,leaves4 ,how do the leaves grow1 ,in spring1 upon their stems8 ,oh6 the sap swells up with a drop for all1 ,and that is life to them4 ,what do the leaves do ,through the long summer hours1 ,they make a home for the wandering birds1 ,and shelter the wild flowers4 ,how do the leaves fade ,beneath the autumn blast8 ,oh6 they fairer grow before they die1 ,their brightest is their last4 ,we1 too1 are like leaves1 ,o children6 weak and small2 ,god knows each leaf of the forest shade3 ,he knows us1 each and all4 ,never a leaf falls ,until its part is done2 ,god gives us grace1 like sap1 and then ,some work to every one4 ,we1 too1 must grow old1 ,beneath the autumn sky2 ,but lovelier and brighter our lives may grow1 ,like leaves before they die4 ,brighter with kind deeds1 ,with love to others given2 ,till the leaf falls off from the autumn tree1 ,and the spirit is in heaven4 ,,the ,,spring ,,bird',s ,,lesson4 ,thou'rt up betimes1 my little bird1 ,and out this morning early1 ,for still the tender bud is closed1 ,and still the grass is pearly4 ,why rise so soon1 thou little bird1 ,thy soft1 warm nest forsaking8 ,to brave the dull1 cold morning sky1 ,while day is scarcely breaking8 ,ah6 thou art wise1 thou little bird1 ,for fast the hours are flying2 ,and this young day1 but dawning now1 ,will soon1 alas6 be dying4 ,i'll learn of thee1 thou little bird1 ,and slothful habits scorning1 ,no longer sleep youth's dawn away1 ,nor waste life's precious morning4 ,,the ,,orphan',s ,,hymn4 ,father1--an orphan's prayer receive1 ,and listen to my plaintive cry3 ,thou only canst my wants relieve1 ,who art my ,father in the sky4 ,i have no father here below1 ,no mother kind to wipe my tears1-- ,these tender names ,i never know1 ,to soothe my grief and quell my fears4 ,but ,thou wilt be my parent1--nigh ,in every hour of deep distress1 ,and listen to an orphan's sigh1 ,and soothe the anguish of my breast4 ,for ,thou hast promised all ,i need1 ,more than a father's1 mother's care3 ,thou wilt the hungry orphan feed1 ,and always listen to my prayer4 ,,morning4 ,dear ,lord1 another day has come1 ,and through the hours of night1 ,in a good bed and quiet home ,i've slept till morning light4 ,then let me give ,thee thanks and praise1 ,for ,thou art very good2 ,oh1 teach my little heart to raise ,the prayer that children should4 ,keep me this day from faults and sin1 ,and make me good and mild2 ,thy ,holy ,spirit place within1 ,grant grace unto a child4 ,help me obey my parents dear1 ,for they are very kind2 ,and when the hour of rest draws near1 ,another prayer ,i'll find4 ,,evening4 ,the day is gone1--the silent night ,invites me to my peaceful bed2 ,but1 ,lord1 ,i know that it is right ,to thank ,thee1 ere ,i rest my head4 ,for my good meals and pleasant hours1 ,that ,i have had this present day1 ,let me exert my infant powers ,to praise ,thee1 nor forget to pray4 ,thou art most good4 ,i can't tell all ,that ,thou hast ever done for me2 ,my ,shepherd1 now on ,thee ,i call1 ,from dangers still preserve me free4 ,if ,i've been naughty on this day1 ,oh6 make me sorry for my fault2 ,do ,thou forgive1 and teach the way ,to follow ,jesus as ,i ought4 ,and now ,i'll lay me down to rest1 ,myself1--my friends1--all safely keep2 ,may ,thy great name be ever blest1 ,both when we wake1 and when we sleep4 ,a ,,moment ,,too ,,late6 ,a moment too late1 my beautiful bird1-- ,a moment too late are you now1 ,the wind has your soft1 downy nest disturbed1-- ,the nest that you hung on the bough4 ,a moment too late1--that string in your bill ,would have fastened it firmly and strong2 ,but see1 there it goes rolling over the hill6 ,oh6 you tarried a moment too long4 ,a moment too late1--too late1 busy bee1 ,the honey has dropped from the flower2 ,no use to creep under the petals to see1-- ,it stood ready to drop for an hour4 ,a moment too late1--had you sped on your wing1 ,the honey would not have been gone2 ,but see what a very1--a very sad thing1 ',tis to tarry a moment too long4 ,a ,,little ,,sonnet ,,about ,,little ,,things4 ,the little1 smoky vapors ,produce the drops of rain2 ,these little drops commingle1 ,and form the boundless main4 ,then1 drops compose the fountains2 ,and little grains of sand ,compose the mighty mountains1 ,that high above us stand4 ,the little atoms1 it is said1 ,compose the solid earth2 ,such truths will show1 if rightly read1 ,what little things are worth4 ,for1 as the sea of drops is made1 ,so it is ,heaven's plan1 ,that atoms should compose the globe1 ,and actions mark the man4 ,the little seconds soon pass by1 ,and leave our time the less2 ,and on these moments1 as they fly1 ,hang woe or happiness4 ,for1 as the present hour is spent1 ,so must the future be2 ,each action lives1 in its effect1 ,through all eternity4 ,the little sins and follies1 ,that lead the soul astray1 ,leave stains1 that tears of penitence1 ,may never wash away4 ,and little acts of charity1 ,and little deeds of love1 ,may make this world a paradise1 ,like to that world above4 ,,examination4 ,before we close our eyes to-night1 ,oh1 let us each these questions ask6 ,have we endeavored to do right1 ,nor thought our duty a hard task8 ,have we been gentle1 lowly1 meek1 ,and the small voice of conscience heard8 ,when passion tempted us to speak1 ,have we repressed the angry word8 ,have we with cheerful zeal obeyed ,what our kind parents bade us do8 ,and not by word or action said ,the thing that was not strictly true8 ,in hard temptation's troubled hour1 ,oh6 have we stopped to think and pray1 ,that ,god would please to give us power ,to chase the naughty thought away8 ,oh1 ,thou6 who seest all my heart1 ,do ,thou forgive and love me still ,and unto me new strength impart1 ,and make me love and do ,thy will4 ,,god ,,is ,,in ,,his ,,holy ,,temple4 ,god is in ,his holy temple2 ,thoughts of earth be silent now1 ,while with reverence we assemble1 ,and before ,his presence bow4 ,he is with us1 now and ever1 ,while we call upon ,his name1 ,aiding every good endeavor1 ,guiding every upward aim4 ,god is in ,his holy temple1-- ,in the pure and humble mind2 ,in the reverent heart and simple2 ,in the soul from sense refined4 ,then let every low emotion ,banished far and silent be2 ,and our hearts in pure devotion1 ,lord1 be temples worthy ,thee4 ,,morning ,,glories4 ,they said1 don't plant them1 mother2 they're so common and so poor2 ,but of seeds ,i had no other1 so ,i dropped them by the door2 ,and they soon were brightly growing1 in the rich and teeming soil1 ,stretching upward1 upward1 upward1 to reward me for my toil4 ,they grew all o'er the casement1 and they wreathed around the door1 ,all about the chamber windows1 upward1--upward1 ever more2 ,and each dawn1 in glowing beauty1 glistening with early dew1 ,is the house all wreathed with splendor1 every morning bright and new4 ,what1 if they close at mid-day8 'tis because their work is done1 ,and they shut their crimson petals from the kisses of the sun2 ,teaching every day their lesson to my weary1 panting soul1 ,to be faithful in well doing1 stretching upward for the goal1 ,sending out the climbing tendrils1 trusting ,god for strength and power1 ,to support1 and aid1 and comfort1 in the trying day and hour4 ,ne'er spurn the thing that's common1 nor call homely flowers poor1 ,each hath a holy mission1 like my ,glory o'er the door4 ,,how ,,beautiful ,,the ,,setting ,,sun4 ,how beautiful the setting sun6 ,the clouds1 how bright and gay6 ,the stars1 appearing one by one1 ,how beautiful are they6 ,and when the moon climbs up the sky1 ,and sheds her gentle light1 ,and hangs her crystal lamp on high1 ,how beautiful is night6 ,and can it be1 that ,i'm possessed ,of something brighter far8 ,glows there a light within this breast1 ,out-shining every star8 ,yes1 should the sun and stars turn pale1 ,the mountains melt away1 ,this flame within shall never fail1 ,but live in endless day4 ,,summer ,,time4 ,i love to hear the little birds ,that carol on the trees2 ,i love the gentle1 murmuring stream2 ,i love the evening breeze4 ,i love to hear the busy hum ,of honey-making bee1 ,and learn a lesson1--hard to learn1-- ,of patient industry4 ,i love to think of ,him who made ,those pleasant things for me1 ,who gave me life1 and health1 and strength1 ,and eyes1 that ,i might see4 ,the child who raises1 morn and eve1 ,in prayer its tiny voice ,who grieves whene'er its parents grieve1 ,and joys when they rejoice1-- ,in whose bright eyes young genius glows1 ,whose heart1 without a blot1 ,is fresh and pure as summer's rose1-- ,that child's a sunny spot4 ,,like ,,jesus4 ,i want to be like ,jesus1 ,so lowly and so meek2 ,for no one marked an angry word1 ,whoever heard him speak4 ,i want to be like ,jesus1 ,so frequently in prayer2 ,alone upon the mountain top1 ,he met his ,father there4 ,i want to be like ,jesus3 ,i never1 never find1 ,that he1 though persecuted1 was ,to any one unkind4 ,i want to be like ,jesus1 ,engaged in doing good2 ,so that of me it may be said1 ,i have done what ,i could4 ,i ,,have ,a ,,home4 ,i have a home in which to live1 ,a bed to rest upon1 ,good food to eat1 and fire to warm1 ,and raiment to put on4 ,kind parents1 full of gentle love1 ,brothers and sisters1 too1 ,with many faithful1 loving friends1 ,who teach me what to do4 ,how many little children have ,no food1 nor clothes to wear1 ,no house1 nor home1 nor parents kind1 ,to guide them by their care4 ,for all ,thy bounty1 ,o my ,god1 ,may ,i be grateful found1 ,and ever show my love to ,thee1 ,by loving all around4 ,,god4 ,god6--,what a great and holy name6 ,oh6 who can speak ,his worth8 ,by saints in heaven ,he is adored1 ,obeyed by men on earth ,and yet a little child may bend ,and say3 ,my ,father and my ,friend4 ,the glorious sun1 which blazes high1 ,the moon1 more pale and dim1 ,and all the stars which fill the sky1 ,are made and ruled by ,him3 ,and yet a child may ask ,his care1 ,and call upon ,his name in prayer4 ,and this large world of ours below1 ,the waters and the land1 ,and all the trees and flowers that grow1 ,were fashioned by ,his hand2 ,yes1--and ,he forms our infant race1 ,and even ,i may seek ,his face4 ,,the ,,bird',s ,,nest4 ,there's a nest in the hedge-row1 ,half bid by the leaves1 ,and the sprays1 white with blossom1 ,bend o'er it like eaves4 ,god gives birds their lodging1 ,he gives them their food1 ,and they trust ,he will give them ,whatever is good4 ,ah6 when our rich blessings1 ,my child1 we forget2 ,when for some little trouble ,we murmur and fret2 ,hear sweet voices singing ,in hedges and trees3 ,shall we be less thankful1 ,less trustful than these8 ,,the ,,lark4 ,ah6 little lark1 ,i see you there1 ,so very1 very high2 ,just like a little1 tiny speck ,up in the clear blue sky4 ,how good is ,he1 who strengthens thus ,your slight and tender wing1 ,and teaches such a little throat ,so sweet a song to sing4 ,,effort4 ,scorn not the slightest word nor deed1 ,nor deem it void of power2 ,there's fruit in each wind-wafted seed1 ,that waits its natal hour4 ,a whispered word may touch the heart1 ,and call it back to life2 ,a look of love bid sin depart1 ,and still unholy strife4 ,no act falls fruitless2 none can tell ,how vast its powers may be1 ,nor what results1 unfolded1 dwell ,within it1 silently4 ,work on1--despair not1--bring thy mite1 ,nor care how small it be2 ,god is with all who serve the right1 ,the holy1 true1 and free4 ,,the ,,sea ,,shell4 ,there is found a tiny sea shell1 ,half-imbedded in the sand1 ,sometimes flashing in the moonlight1 ,like a diamond on the strand4 ,and from out the winding chambers ,that are hid within the shell1 ,ever steals a curious music1 ,that doth never sink nor swell4 ,but1 like the far-off voice of ocean1 ,murmurs forth its monotone1 ,holding thus within its bosom ,e'er an ocean of its own4 ,thus the sea shells ever gather ,little oceans in their breasts1 ,which do echo there for ever ,ocean's hymn1 which never rests4 ,thus the soul will echo music1 ,born in heaven1 and not of earth2 ,and give praises all1 for ever1 ,to the ,one that gave it birth4 ,,god ,,is ,,good4 ,morn amid the mountains1 ,lovely solitude1 ,gushing streams and fountains1 ,murmur1 ,god is good4 ,now the glad sun1 breaking1 ,pours a golden flood2 ,deepest vales awaking1 ,echo1 ,god is good4 ,wake and join the chorus1 ,man with soul endued6 ,he1 whose smile is o'er us1 ,god1--our ,god1--is good4 ,,despise ,,not ,,simple ,,things4 ,despise not simple things3 ,the humblest flower that wakes ,in early spring1 to scent the air ,of woodland brakes1 ,should have thy love as well ,as blushing parlor rose1 ,that never felt the perfect breath ,of nature round it close4 ,despise not simple things3 ,the poor demand thy love1 ,as well as those who in the halls ,of splendor move4 ,the beggar at thy door ,thou shouldst not e'er despise2 ,for that may be a noble heart ,which 'neath his tatters lies4 ,despise not little things3 ,an ant can teach of toil2 ,the buttercup can light the heart ,with its own pleasant smile2 ',tis not from towering heights alone ,the noble thought within us springs2 ,there's something holy and sublime ,in the love of simple things4 ,,the ,,violet4 ,oh1 mother6 mother6 only look6 ,see what ,i've got for thee2 ,i found it close beside the brook1-- ,this pretty violet1--see4 ,and father says there will be more ,so1 mother1 when they come1 ,we'll pick my little basket full1 ,and bring them with us home4 ,and1 mother1--only listen now6 ',tis very strange1 indeed1-- ,this pretty flower1 with leaves and all1 ,was once a little seed4 ,when it was planted in the ground1 ,the sun shone very bright1 ,and made the little seed so warm1 ,it grew with all its might4 ,yes1 ,charles3 the bright sun made it warm1 ',twas wet with rain and dew2 ,the leaves came first1 and then1 ere long1 ,we found the violet blue4 ,charley1 ,i think when we are good1 ,obedient1 and kind1 ,good feelings1 like the little flowers1 ,are growing in the mind4 ,but when we suffer evil thoughts ,to grow and flourish there1 ,then they are like the noxious weeds1 ,that choke the flowerets fair4 ,,child',s ,,talent ,god intrusts to all ,talents1 few or many2 ,none so young or small1 ,that they have not any4 ,though the great and wise ,may have more in number1 ,yet my own ,i prize1 ,and they must not slumber4 ,little drops of rain4 ,bring the springing flowers2 ,and ,i may attain ,much by little powers4 ,every little mite1 ,every little measure1 ,helps to spread the light1 ,helps to swell the treasure4 ,,the ,,stars ,,are ,,coming4 ,see1 the stars are coming ,in the far blue skies2 ,mother1 look6 they brighten2 ,are they angels' eyes8 ,no1 my child2 the lustre ,of the stars is given1 ,like the hues of flowers1 ,by the ,god of heaven4 ,mother1 if ,i study1 ,sure ,he'll make me know ,why the stars ,he kindled1 ,o'er our earth to glow8 ,child6 what ,god created1 ,has a glorious aim2 ,thine it is to worship1-- ,thine to love ,his name4 ,,the ,,flowers4 ,god might have made the earth bring forth ,enough for great and small1 ,the oak tree and the cedar tree1 ,without a flower at all4 ,he might have made enough1--enough ,for every want of ours1-- ,for luxury1 medicine1 and food1 ,and yet have made no flowers4 ,then wherefore1 wherefore were they made1 ,and dyed with rainbow light1 ,all fashioned with supremest grace1 ,upspringing day and night4 ,in fertile valleys1 green and low1 ,and on the mountains high1 ,and in the silent wilderness1 ,where no one passes by4 ,our outward life requires them not1-- ,then wherefore had they birth8 ,to minister delight to man1 ,and beautify the earth4 ,to comfort man1--to whisper hope1 ,whene'er his faith is dim2 ,for ,he1 who careth for the flowers1 ,will surely care for him4 ,,little ,,by ,,little4 ,one step1 and then another1 ,and the longest walk is ended2 ,one stitch and then another1 ,and the largest rent is mended ,one brick upon another1 ,and the highest wall is made2 ,one flake upon another1 ,and the deepest snow is laid4 ,so the little coral workers1 ,by their slow1 but constant1 motion1 ,have built those pretty islands ,in the distant1 dark blue ocean2 ,and the noblest undertakings ,man's wisdom hath conceived1 ,by oft-repeated efforts ,have been patiently achieved4 ,,never1 ,,my ,,child1 ,,forget ,,to ,,pray4 ,never1 my child1 forget to pray1 ,whate'er the business of the day2 ,if happy dreams have blessed thy sleep1 ,or startling fears have made thee weep4 ,with holy thoughts begin the day1 ,and ne'er1 my child1 forget to pray2 ,ask ,him1 by whom the birds are fed1 ,to give to thee thy daily bread4 ,if wealth her bounty should bestow1 ,praise ,him from whom all blessings flow2 ,if ,he1 who gave1 should take away1 ,never1 my child1 forget to pray4 ,the time will come1 when thou wilt miss ,a father's and a mother's kiss2 ,and then1 my child1 perchance thou'lt see1 ,some who1 in prayer1 ne'er bend the knee2 ,from such examples turn away1 ,and ne'er1 my child1 forget to pray4 ,,the ,,child',s ,,prayer4 ,i am a very little child1 ,yet ,god1 who dwells above1 ,will hear me1 if ,i rightly pray1 ,and answer me in love4 ,heavenly ,father6 wilt thou bless ,my father and my mother2 ,and also bless my sister dear2 ,and bless my baby brother4 ,forgive me1 if ,i've been to-day ,a very naughty child2 ,and teach me how ,i may become ,a boy both good and mild4 ,and keep me out of every ill2 ,and teach me how to pray1 ,that ,i may be a better child ,on every coming day4 ,a ,,child-,,like ,,spirit4 ,father1 ,i know that all my life ,is portioned out for me1 ,the changes that will surely come1 ,i do not fear to see2 ,i ask ,thee for a present mind1 ,intent on pleasing thee4 ,i ask thee for a thoughtful love1 ,through constant watching wise1 ,to meet the glad with joyful smiles1 ,and wipe the weeping eyes2 ,a heart at leisure from itself1 ,to soothe and sympathize4 ,i would not have the restless will ,that hurries to and fro1 ,and seeks for some great thing to do1 ,or secret thing to know3 ,i would be treated as a child1 ,and guided where ,i go4 ,wherever in the world ,i am1 ,in whatsoe'er estate1 ,i have a fellowship with hearts ,to keep and cultivate2 ,a work of lowly love to do1 ,for ,him on whom ,i wait4 ,i ask ,thee for the daily strength ,to none that ask denied2 ,a mind to blend with outward life1 ,while keeping at ,thy side2 ,content to fill a little space1 ,if ,thou be glorified4 ,and if some things ,i do not ask ,in my cup of blessing be1 ,i'd have my spirit filled the more ,with grateful love to ,thee1-- ,more careful not to serve ,thee much1 ,but please ,thee perfectly4 ,,live ,,for ,,something4 ,live for something1 be not idle1 ,look about thee for employ1 ,sit not down to useless dreaming1-- ,labor is the sweetest joy4 ,folded hands are ever weary1 ,selfish hearts are never gay1 ,life for thee hath many duties1-- ,active be1 then1 whilst thou may4 ,scatter blessings in thy pathway6 ,gentle words and cheering smiles ,better are than gold and silver1 ,with their grief-dispelling wiles4 ,as the pleasant sunshine falleth ,ever on the grateful earth1 ,so let sympathy and kindness ,gladden well the darkened hearth4 ,hearts there are oppressed and weary1-- ,drop the tear of sympathy2 ,whisper words of hope and comfort2 ,give1 and thy reward shall be ,joy unto thy soul returning1 ,from this perfect fountain-head2 ,freely1 as thou freely givest1 ,shall the grateful light be shed4 ,,the ,,beautiful4 ,the beautiful6 the beautiful6 ,where do we find it not8 ,it is an all-pervading grace1 ,and lighteth every spot4 ,it sparkles on the ocean wave1 ,it glitters in the dew2 ,we see it in the glorious sky4 ,and in the floweret's hue4 ,on mountain-top1 in valley deep1 ,we find its presence there2 ,the beautiful6 the beautiful6 ,it liveth every where4 ,the glories of the noontide day1 ,the still and solemn night2 ,the changing seasons1--all can bring ,their tribute of delight4 ,there's beauty in the child's first smile2 ,and in that look of faith1 ,the ,christian's last on earth1 before ,his eyes are closed in death4 ,and in the beings that we love1 ,who have our tenderest care1 ,the beautiful6 the beautiful6 ,how sweet to trace it there6 ',twas in the glance that ,god threw o'er ,the young created earth2 ,when ,he proclaimed it very good1 ,the beautiful had birth4 ,then who shall say this world is dull1 ,and all to sadness given1 ,while yet there grows on every side1 ,the smile that came from heaven8 ,if so much loveliness is sent ,to grace our earthly home1 ,how beautiful6 how beautiful6 ,will be the world to come4 ,,don',t ,,kill ,,the ,,birds4 ,don't kill the birds6--the little birds1 ,that sing about your door1 ,soon as the joyous spring has come1 ,and chilling storms are o'er4 ,the little birds6--how sweet they sing6 ,oh6 let them joyous live2 ,and do not seek to take the life ,which you can never give4 ,don't kill the birds6--the pretty birds1 ,that play among the trees6 ',twould make the earth a cheerless place1 ,should we dispense with these4 ,don't kill the birds6--the happy birds1 ,that bless the field and grove2 ,so innocent to look upon1-- ,they claim our warmest love4 ,,little ,,acts ,,of ,,kindness4 ,little acts of kindness1 ,trifling though they are1 ,how they serve to brighten ,this dark world of care6 ,little acts of kindness1 ,oh1 how potent they1 ,to dispel the shadows ,of life's cloudy day4 ,little acts of kindness1 ,how they cheer the heart6 ,what a world of gladness ,will a smile impart6 ,how a gentle accent ,calms the troubled soul1 ,when the waves of passion ,o'er it wildly roll6 ,you may have around you ,sunshine1 if you will1 ,or a host of shadows1 ,gloomy1--dreary1--chill4 ,if you want the sunshine1 ,smile1 though sad at heart2 ,to the poor and needy ,kindly aid impart4 ,to the soul-despairing ,breathe a hopeful word2 ,from your lips be only ,tones of kindness heard4 ,ever give for anger1 ,love and tenderness2 ,and1 in blessing others4 ,you yourself will bless4 ,little acts of kindness1 ,nothing do they cost2 ,yet when they are wanting1 ,life's best charm is lost4 ,little acts of kindness1 ,richest gems of earth2 ,though they seem but trifles1 ,priceless is their worth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,if wisdom's ways you wisely seek1 ,five things observe with care3-- ,to whom you speak1--of whom you speak1-- ,and how1--and when1--and where4 ,,the ,,blessings4 ,blessed are the poor in spirit1 ,they the kingdom shall possess1 ,rich in faith and heavenly blessings1 ,let us ever forward press4 ,blessed are the sad and mournful1 ,weeping o'er their treasures gone ,for the darkness gathered o'er them ,is the harbinger of morn4 ,blessed are the meek and lowly1 ,they the green earth shall inherit2 ,full of love1 and peace1 and gladness1 ,fruits of ,god's most ,holy ,spirit4 ,blessed they who thirst and hunger2 ,all their wants shall be supplied2 ,never yet have been forsaken ,they1 who on their ,god relied4 ,blessed they who1 loving mercy1 ,joy not in another's pain2 ,all the mercy shown to others ,they shall for themselves obtain4 ,blessed are the pure and prayerful1 ,seeking ,god in every place2 ,they shall in their home eternal ,see ,him ever face to face4 ,blessed are the good peace-makers1 ,for ,god's children they shall be2 ,of ,his glory full partakers1 ,when from earth their spirits flee4 ,blessed ye1 when men revile you1 ,treat you falsely for ,my sake2 ,for the prophets gone before you ,did the self-same treatment take4 ,let us then be ever mindful ,of the precepts ,christ has given2 ,so that when this life is over1 ,we may dwell with ,him in heaven4 ,,when ,,father ,,comes ,,home4 ,when my father comes home in the evening from work1 ,then ,i will get up on his knee1 ,and tell him how many nice lessons ,i learn1 ,and show him how good ,i can be4 ,he shall hear what number ,i know how to count2 ,i'll tell him what words ,i can spell2 ,and if ,i can learn something new every day1 ,i hope soon to read very well4 ,i'll repeat to him all the good verses ,i know1 ,and tell him how kind we must be1 ,that we never must hurt little creatures at all3 ,and he will be glad1 and love me4 ,i'll tell him we always must try to please ,god1 ,and never be cruel or rude2 ,for ,god is the ,father of all living things1 ,he cares for and blesses the good4 ,,harvest-,,field ,,of ,,time ,children1 all of us are gleaners ,in the harvest-field of time2 ,day by day the grain is ripening ,for a sunnier clime4 ,whether in the early morning1 ,going forth with busy feet1 ,or1 as weary laborers1 resting ',mid the noon-day heat2 ,let us strive1 with cheerful spirits1 ,each our duties to fulfil1 ,till the time of harvest1--subject ,to the ,master's will4 ,let us garner up sweet memories1 ,bound with ties of love2 ,pleasant thoughts to cheer the pathway ,to our home above4 ,trusting that these precious gleanings1 ,bound with loving hand1 ,may in golden sheaves be gathered ,to the spirit land4 ,,prayer4 ,watch o'er me1 ,heavenly ,shepherd1 ,extend ,thy crook of love1 ,that so no germ of anger ,a source of trial prove4 ,keep me within ,thy pastures1 ,and feed me from ,thy hand2 ,let no temptation snare me1 ,or tear me from ,thy hand4 ,may innocence and purity ,my clothing ever be1 ,that though this earth is still my home1 ,i may walk close to ,thee4 ,,reflections4 ,we're just starting into life1-- ,what shall arm us for its strife8 ,what shall lead our steps aright8 ,whence shall come a guiding light8 ,whence shall come the saving word8 ,how the voice of ,god be heard8 ,not from sages1--not from books1 ,nor twinkling stars1 nor babbling brooks4 ,these all speak ,his power and love1 ,who rules below1 and rules above2 ,but to know ,his holy will1 ,oft in silence deep and still1 ,we must turn an ear within2 ,there1 midst life's disturbing din1 ,the still1 small voice1 in whispers sweet ,shall point our way and guide our feet4 ,,what ,,is ,,heaven8 ,love is heaven1 and heaven is love1 ,this is all of heaven above2 ,there no envy1 wrath1 nor strife1 ,mars the bliss of endless life4 ,there no anger swells the breast1 ,there no pride disturbs the rest2 ,nor can hatred dwell above1 ,in that world of perfect love4 ,,the ,,child',s ,,monitor4 ,the wind blows down the largest tree1 ,and yet the wind ,i cannot see4 ,playmates far off1 that have been kind1 ,my thought can bring before my mind4 ,the past1 by it1 is present brought1 ,and yet ,i cannot see my thought4 ,the charming rose perfumes the air1 ,yet ,i can see no perfume there4 ,blithe ,robin's notes1--how sweet6 how clear6 ,from his small bill they reach my ear2 ,and while upon the air they float1 ,i hear1 yet cannot see1 a note4 ,when ,i would do what is forbid1 ,by something in my heart ,i'm chid2 ,when good ,i think1 then quick and pat1 ,that something says1 ,my child1 do that4 ,when ,i too near the stream would go1 ,so pleased to see the waters flow1 ,that something says without a sound1 ,take care1 dear child1 thou mayst be drowned6 ,and for the poor whene'er ,i grieve1 ,that something says1 ,a penny give4 ,thus spirits good and ill there be1 ,although invisible to me2 ,whate'er ,i do1 they see me still1 ,but oh1 good spirits6 guide my will4 ,,give ,,us ,,our ,,daily ,,bread4 ,i knew a widow very poor1 ,who four small children had2 ,the eldest was but six years old1 ,a gentle1 modest lad4 ,and very hard this widow toiled ,to feed her children four3 ,an honest pride the woman felt1 ,though she was very poor4 ,to labor she would leave her home1 ,for children must be fed2 ,and glad was she when she could buy ,a shilling's worth of bread4 ,and this was all the children had1 ,on any day to eat2 ,they drank their water1 ate their bread1 ,but never tasted meat4 ,one day1 when snow was falling fast1 ,and piercing was the air1 ,i thought that ,i would go and see ,how these poor children were4 ,ere long ,i reached their cheerless home1 ',twas searched by every breeze2 ,when going in1 the eldest child ,i saw upon his knees4 ,i paused1 and listened to the boy1-- ,he never raised his head2 ,but still went on and said1--,give us ,this day our daily bread4 ,i waited till the child was done1 ,still listening as he prayed2 ,and when he rose1 ,i asked him why ,the ,lord's ,prayer he had said4 ,why1 sir1 said he1 this morning1 when ,my mother went away1 ,she wept because1 she said1 she had ,no bread for us to-day4 ,she said1 we children now must starve1 ,our father being dead2 ,and then ,i told her not to cry1 ,for ,i could get some bread4 ,our ,father1 sir1 the prayer begins1 ,which makes me think that ,he1 ,as we have got no father here1 ,would our kind father be4 ,and then1 you know1 the prayer1 sir1 too1 ,asks ,god for bread each day2 ,so1 in the corner1 sir1 ,i went1 ,and that's what made me pray4 ,i quickly left that wretched room1 ,and went with fleeting feet2 ,and very soon was back again ,with food enough to eat4 ,i thought ,god heard me1 said the boy2 ,i answered with a nod2 ,i could not speak2 but much ,i thought ,of that child's faith in ,god4 ,,true ,,rest4 ,sweet is the pleasure ,itself cannot spoil6 ,is not true leisure ,one with true toil8 ,thou1 that would taste it1 ,still do thy best2 ,use it1 not waste it1 ,else1 'tis no rest4 ,wouldst behold beauty ,near thee1 all round8 ,only hath duty ,such a sight found4 ,rest is not quitting ,the busy career2 ,rest is the fitting ,of self to its sphere4 ',tis the brook's motion1 ,clear without strife1 ,fleeing to ocean1 ,after its life4 ,deeper devotion ,nowhere hath knelt1 ,fuller emotion ,heart never felt4 ',tis loving and serving1 ,the highest and best6 ',tis onward1--unswerving1-- ,and that is true rest4 ,,one ,,by ,,one4 ,one by one the sands are flowing1 ,one by one the moments fall2 ,some are coming1 some are going1-- ,do not strive to grasp them all4 ,one by one thy duties wait thee1 ,let thy whole strength go to each ,let no future dreams elate thee1 ,learn thou first what these can teach ,one by one 7bright gifts from heaven7 ,joys are sent thee here below2 ,take them readily when given1 ,ready1 too1 to let them go4 ,one by one thy griefs shall meet thee4 ,do not fear an armed band2 ,one will fade as others greet thee1 ,shadows passing through the land4 ,do not look at life's long sorrow2 ,see how small each moment's pain2 ,god will help thee for to-morrow1 ,every day begin again4 ,every hour that flits so slowly1 ,has its task to do or bear2 ,luminous the crown1 and holy1 ,if thou set each gem with care4 ,do not linger with regretting1 ,or for passing hours despond6 ,nor1 thy daily toil forgetting1 ,look too eagerly beyond4 ,hours are golden links1 ,god's token1 ,reaching ,heaven2 one by one ,take them1 lest the chain be broken ,ere the pilgrimage be done4 ,,god ,,seen ,,in ,,his ,,works4 ,there's not a tint that paints the rose1 ,or decks the lily fair1 ,or streaks the humblest flower that blows1 ,but ,god has placed it there4 ,at early dawn1 there's not a gale ,across the landscape driven1 ,and not a breeze that sweeps the vale1 ,that is not sent by ,heaven4 ,there's not1 of grass1 a single blade1 ,or leaf of loveliest green1 ,where heavenly skill is not displayed1 ,and heavenly wisdom seen4 ,there's not a tempest1 dark and dread1 ,or storm that rends the air1 ,or blast that sweeps the ocean's bed1 ,but ,god's own voice is there4 ,around1--beneath1--below1--above1-- ,wherever space extends1 ,there ,god displays ,his boundless love1 ,and power with mercy blends4 ,,the ,,little ,,sunbeam4 ,a little sunbeam stole ,on a summer's day1 ,through a tiny crevice1 ,to where a sick man lay4 ,it played upon the wall1 ,and upon his table3 ,with a smile he watched it ,as long as he was able4 ,much he loved the sunbeam1 ,little dancing light2 ,it told of sunny hours1 ,of skies and meadows bright4 ,kind words are like sunbeams1 ,stealing into hearts2 ,scatter them most freely1 ,ere light of life departs4 ,,compassion4 ,oh6 turn that little foot aside1 ,nor crush beneath its tread1 ,the smallest insect of the earth1 ,which has from ,god its bread4 ,if ,he1 who made the universe1 ,looks down in kindest love1 ,to shape a humble thing like this1 ,from ,his high throne above1 ,thou shouldst not dare1 in wantonness1 ,that creature's life destroy2 ,nor give a pang to any thing ,that ,he has made for joy4 ,my child1 begin in little things ,to act the gentle part2 ,for ,god may turn ,his love away ,from the cruel1 selfish heart4 ,i ,,will ,,be ,,good ,,to-,,day4 ,i will be good1 dear mother1 ,i heard a sweet child say1 ,i will be good1--now watch me6 ,i will be good all day4 ,she lifted up her bright young eyes1 ,with a soft and pleasing smile2 ,then a mother's kiss was on her lips2 ,so pure and free from guile4 ,and when night came1 that little one1 ,in kneeling down to pray1 ,said1 in a soft and whispering tone1 ,have ,i been good to-day8 ,oh1 many1 many bitter tears ',twould save us1 did we say1 ,like that dear child1 with earnest heart1 ,i will be good to-day4 ,i',,ll ,,do ,,what ,i ,,can4 ,i may1 if ,i have but a mind1 ,do good in many ways2 ,plenty to do1 the young may find1 ,in these our busy days4 ,sad would it be1 though young and small1 ,if ,i were of no use at all4 ,one gentle word that ,i may speak1 ,or one kind loving deed1 ,may1 though a trifle1 poor and weak1 ,prove like a tiny seed2 ,and who can tell what good may spring ,from such a very little thing8 ,then let me try1 each day and hour1 ,to act upon this plan2 ,what little good is in my power1 ,to do it while ,i can3 ,if to be useful thus ,i try1 ,i may do better by and by4 ,,time ,,to ,,arise4 ,come1 little sister1 'tis time to arise1 ,the sun has arisen to brighten the skies2 ,every bird is singing high1-- ,birds are glad1 and so am ,i4 ,merrily1 merrily1 those in the tree1 ,bluebird and ,robin1 are singing to me2 ,round the window see them fly1-- ,birds are glad1 and so am ,i4 ,glad little robin1 you never can know ,who is the ,maker who fashioned you so2 ,yet you cannot weep nor sigh1-- ,birds are glad1 and so am ,i4 ,he who created the birds of the air1 ,surely will keep me from trouble and care2 ,he has taught the birds to fly1-- ,birds are glad1 and so am ,i4 ,,divine ,,guidance4 ,o ,thou1 who hast at ,thy command1 ,the hearts of all men in ,thy hand6 ,our wayward1 erring hearts incline ,to know no other will but ,thine4 ,our wishes1 our desires control2 ,mould every purpose of the soul2 ,o'er all may we victorious be1 ,that stands between ourselves and ,thee4 ,thrice blest will all our blessings be1 ,when we can look through them to ,thee2 ,when each glad heart its tribute pays ,of love1 and gratitude1 and praise4 ,,industry4 ,up1 be doing1 little children3 ,up1 be doing1 while 'tis day2 ,do the work the ,master gives you1 ,do not loiter by the way3 ,for we all have work before us1 ,thou1 my child1 as well as ,i2 ,let us seek to learn our duty1 ,and perform it cheerfully4 ,be up and doing1 little children1 ,gentle be1 and ever kind2 ,helpful to your loving mothers1 ,e'en their slightest wishes mind4 ,let your little playmates love you1 ,for your care and gentle play2 ,and the feeble and more wilful1 ,help them by your kindly way4 ,,prayer ,,is ,,the ,,soul',s ,,sincere ,,desire4 ,prayer is the soul's sincere desire1 ,uttered or unexpressed2 ,the motion of a hidden fire ,that glows within the breast4 ,prayer is the burden of a sigh1 ,the falling of a tear1 ,the upward glancing of an eye1 ,when none but ,god is near4 ,prayer is the simplest form of speech ,that infant lips can try2 ,prayer1 the sublimest strains that reach ,the ,majesty on high4 ,,angry ,,words4 ,angry words6 ,o let them never ,from the tongue unbridled slip2 ,may the heart's best impulse ever ,check them1 e'er they soil the lip4 ,love is much too pure and holy1 ,friendship is too sacred far1 ,for a moment's reckless folly ,thus to desolate and mar4 ,angry words are lightly spoken1 ,bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred2 ,brightest links of life are broken ,by a single angry word4 ,,the ,,request4 ,father1 whate'er of earthly bliss ,thy sovereign will denies1 ,accepted at ,thy throne of grace ,let this petition rise4 ,give me a calm1 a thankful heart1 ,from every murmur free2 ,the blessings of ,thy grace impart1 ,and make me live to ,thee4 ,let the sweet hope that ,thou art mine1 ,my life and death attend2 ,thy presence through my journey shine1 ,and crown my journey's end4 ,transcriber's ,note3 ,words in italics are surrounded by underscores1 like this4