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SONGS FOR THE

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So do, mamma, tell me at once, and you'll see |
What a good, very good little child I shall be,
To try and remember my A, B, C, D.

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THE BLIND BOY.
“Dear Mary,” said the poor blind boy,
“That little bird sings very long ;
Say, do you see him in his joy,
And is he pretty as his song ae

“Yes, Edward, yes,” replied the maid,
“J see the bird on yonder tree e
The poor boy sighed, and gently said,
“Sister, I wish that | could see.

“The flowers, you say, are very fair,
And bright green leaves are on the trees,
And pretty birds are singing there—
How beautiful for one who sees.

“Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell,
And I can feel the green leaf’s shade,
And I can hear the notes that swell
From those dear birds that God has made.

“So, sister, God to me is kind,
Though sight to me he has not given ;
But tell me, are there any blind
Among the children up in heaven?