SONGS FOR THE

  

God made the cow to give nice milk,
The horse for me t0 use ;

[ll treat thém kindly for His sake,
Nor dare His gifts abuse.

God made the water for my drink ;
He made the fish to swim ;

He made the tree to bear nice fruit :

O, how should I love him.

  

Taylor.

THE BEES.

 

O, mother dear, pray tell me where
The bees in winter stay?

The flowers are gone they feed upon,
So sweet in summer’s day.

My child, they live within the hive,
And have enough to eat;

Amid the storm they’re clean and warm,
Their food is honey sweet.

Say, mother dear, how came it there?
Did father feed them so?

I see no way in winter’s day

That honey has to grow.