The Infant's Delight
BLIND MAN'S BUFF.
| When the win-ter winds are blow-ing, And we ga-ther glad and gay, Where the fire its light is throw-ing, For a mer-ry game at play, There is none that to my know-ing,— And I've play-ed at games enough,— Makes us laugh, and sets us glow-ing Like a game at Blind-man's Buff. |
THE DEAD ROBIN.
| All through the win-ter, long and cold, Dear Minnie ev-ery morn-ing fed The little spar-rows, pert and bold, And ro-bins, with their breasts so red. She lov-ed to see the lit-tle birds Come flut-ter-ing to the win-dow pane, In answer to the gen-tle words With which she scat-ter-ed crumbs and grain. One ro-bin, bol-der than the rest, Would perch up-on her fin-ger fair, And this of all she lov-ed the best, And daily fed with ten-der-est care. But one sad morn, when Minnie came, Her pre-ci-ous lit-tle pet she found, Not hop-ping, when she call-ed his name, But ly-ing dead up-on the ground. |
ALL THINGS OBEY GOD.
"He saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth."
| God's works are very great, but still His hands do not ap-pear: Though hea-ven and earth o-bey His will, His voice we can-not hear. And yet we know that it is He Who moves and governs all, Who stills the rag-ing of the sea, And makes the showers to fall. Alike in mer-cy He be-stows The sun-shine and the rain; That which is best for us He knows, And we must not com-plain, Whe-ther He makes His winds to blow, And gives His tem-pests birth, Or sends His frost, or bids the snow— "Be thou up-on the earth."... BU KİTABI OKUMAK İÇİN ÜYE OLUN VEYA GİRİŞ YAPIN!Sitemize Üyelik ÜCRETSİZDİR! |