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A BALLAD.

"And for the fruits and flowers Which thou hast brought to me, Rich blessing shall be given

A thousand-fold to thee!

"For in the fields of heaven
Thou shalt roam with me at will,
And of bright fruits celestial,

Thou shalt have, dear child, thy fill!"

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"And in his hand he beareth

Bright flowers as white as snow, And red and juicy strawberries,Dear mother, let me go!"

He died, but that fond mother
Her sorrow did restrain,
For she knew he was with Jesus,
And she asked him not again!

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THE BROKEN DOLL.

THE BROKEN DOLL.Miss Lamb.

AN infant is a selfish sprite;
But what of that? the sweet delight
Which from participation springs
Is quite unknown to these young things.
We elder children then will smile
At our dear little John awhile,
And bear with him, until he see
There is a sweet felicity
In pleasing more than only one,
Dear little, craving, selfish John.

He laughs, and thinks it a fine joke,
That he our new wax-doll has broke.
Anger will never teach him better;
We will the spirit and the letter
Of courtesy to him display,
By taking in a friendly way
These baby frolics, till he learn
True sport from mischief to discern.

Reproof a parent's province is;
A sister's discipline is this, -
By studied kindness to effect
A little brother's young respect.
What is a doll? a fragile toy;
What is its loss? if the dear boy,
Who half perceives he has done amiss,
Retain impression of the kiss
That followed instant on his cheek,
If the kind, loving words we speak
Of" Never mind it,"
"We forgive,"
If these in his short memory live,

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BLINDNESS.

Only perchance for half a day, -
Who minds a doll, if that should lay
The first impression in his mind,
That sisters are to brothers kind?
For thus the broken doll may prove
Foundation to fraternal love,

BLINDNESS. - Miss Lamb.

In a stage-coach, where late I chanced to be,
A little, quiet girl my notice caught;

I saw she looked at nothing by the way,

Her mind seemed busy on some childish thought.

I, with an old man's courtesy, addressed

The child, and called her, pretty, dark-eyed maid, And bid her turn those pretty eyes and see The wide-extended prospect.

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Sir," she said,

"I cannot see the prospect, I am blind."
Never did tongue of child utter a sound
So mournful, as her words fell on my ear.
Her mother then related how she found

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Her child was sightless. On a fine, bright day
She saw her lay her needlework aside,
And, as on such occasions mothers will,

For leaving off her work began to chide.

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"I'll do it when 't is day-light, if you please;
I cannot work, mamma, now it is night.'
The sun shone bright upon her when she spoke,
And yet her eyes received no ray of light.

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THE loud wind roared, the rain fell fast,
The white man yielded to the blast;
He sat him down beneath the tree,
For weary,
faint, and sad was he;
And, ah! no wife, or mother's care,
For him the milk or corn prepare.

CHORUS.

The white man shall our pity share;
Alas! no wife, or mother's care,
For him the milk or corn prepare.

The storm is o'er, the tempest past,
And mercy's voice has hushed the blast.
The wind is heard in whispers low;
The white man far away must go ;
But ever in his heart will bear
Remembrance of the negro's care.

CHORUS.

Go, white man, go; but with thee bear
The negro's wish, the negro's prayer,
Remembrance of the negro's care.

MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.

MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.

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A STORY OF THE OLDEN TIME.

ARISE, my maiden, Mabel,”
The mother said; "arise,
For the golden sun of midsummer
Is shining in the skies.

"Arise, my little maiden,

For thou must speed away, To wait upon thy grandmother This livelong summer day.

Mary Howitt.

"And thou must carry with thee
This wheaten cake so fine,
This new-made pat of butter,
This little flask of wine.

"And tell the dear old body,
This day I cannot come,

For the good man went out yester-morn,
And he is not come home.

"And more than this, poor Amy
Upon my knee doth lie;
I fear me, with this fever-pain
The little child will die!

"And thou canst help thy grandmother;
The table thou canst spread;

Canst feed the little dog and bird;
And thou canst make her bed.

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