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70 SONGS FOR THE

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For little boys and girls may sing,
And frisk, and jump, and play,
When work and lessons both are done ;
So run away, I say.

 

SATURDAY NIGHT.

How pleasant is Saturday night,

When I’ve tried all the week to be good,
Not spoken a word that was bad,

And obliged every one that I could.

To-morrow the sweet Sabbath comes,
Which our merciful Father hath given,

That we may have rest from our work,
And prepare for the Sabbath of heaven.

From * My Little Hymn-Book.”

 

THE ORPHAN NOSEGAY-GIRL.

“ A nosegay—who’ll buy?” cried a sweet little
child,
An orphan left friendless and poor ;
“T’ve roses and pinks, and sweet-briar wild,
And heaven will bless you thrice o’er.
Then pray buy my roses, indeed they ’re not
| dear ;
Each bud shall be moistened with gratitude’s
tear.

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