All nature awakens
From a night of soft sleep,
And the insects once more
From their hiding-holes creep.
IV.
The old birds have flown
Far away to get food,
While anxiously wait,
Their young trembling brood.
V.
To our Father in heaven
Our voices we'll raise,
With feelings most fervent,
In songs to his praise.
VI.
Dear Saviour, to love thee
Our hearts are inclined,
Oh, teach us, we pray thee,
Thy precepts to mind.
VII.
Upon our heart-garden,
Oh, let thy love rain,
Like fresh summer showers
Upon the young grain.
VIII.
Like soft, gentle dew
Upon the dry earth,
Which opens the old buds,
And to new ones gives birth.
IX.
Oh, teach us to offer
Good deeds in thy praise,
And acts of true charity
Be the hymns that we raise.
X.
From all that will harm us,
Or sorrow will bring,
Oh, keep us, dear Lord,
Beneath thy bright wing.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP.
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Charley was a little boy, but he knew very well how to pity the poor,
because he had a kind heart; and he knew very well that the poor
laborers he saw in the streets were not bad because they were meanly
dressed and worked hard: he knew they were men, and had hearts like his
father and mother, and when they were dressed their appearance was very
respectable, and at church no people were more devout or better
mannered.
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