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He begs all the day for a morsel of bread,
And perhaps sleeps at night in a comfortless shed.

He has no kind friends to instruct him and
ouide,
And he hears what is sinful, and sees it beside:
Oh, how good and how thankful I then ought
to be,
To the God who has given these good things

to me!
Child’s Book of Poetry.

 

DAWN OF DAY.
Come, arise from thy sleep,
Through the window now peep ;
Birds sweetly are straying,
Their bright plumes displaying,
At dawn of day.
Let us breathe the fresh air,
For the morning is fair,
And the forest is ringing
With merry birds singing,
At dawn of day.
Come along for a talk,
Or a sweet morning walk,
While the garden discloses
Its bright blushing roses,
At dawn of day.

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