108 SONGS FOR THE

But would you avoid all forms of disease,
Then haste to the fresh open air,
Where your cheek may kindly be fanned by
the breeze ; |
'T will make you well, happy, and fair.

Then open the window, and fasten it there,
Fling the curtain aside, and the blind,

And give free admission to heaven’s pure air ;
'T is life, light, and joy to mankind.

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A BOY WHO TOLD A LIE.

The mother looked pale, and her face was sad,
She seemed to have nothing to make her glad ;
- She silently sat with the tears in her eye,

For her dear little boy had told a lie.

He was a gentle, affectionate child,

His ways were winning, his temper was mild ;
There was love and joy in his soft blue eye,
But the dear little boy had told a lie.

He stood alone by the window within,

For he felt that his soul was stained with sin ;
And his mother could hear him sob and cry,
Because he had told her that wicked lie.