LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 29

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See the lovely babe a dressing ;
Lovely infant, how he smiled :

When he wept, the mother’s blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy Child.

Lo, he slumbers in the manger,
Where the horned oxen fed!

Peace, my darling, here’s no danger,
There’s no oxen near thy bed.

  

Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
Save my dear from burning flame,

Bitter groans and endless crying, —
That thy blest Redeemer came.

May’st thou live to know and fear hin,
Trust and love him all thy days ;
Then go dwell for ever near him,
See his face and sing his praise.

I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire ;

Not a mother’s fondest wishes

Can to greater joys aspire.

    

Dr. Watts.

 
 

THE PIGEON.
Coo! coo! pretty pigeon, all day,
Coo! coo! to your children and mate ;
You seem in your soft note to say,
That you never knew anger or hate.