LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

  

THE ARK AND DOVE.

There was a noble ark,
Sailing o’er waters dark

And wide around ;
Not one tall tree was seen,
Nor flower, nor leaf of green—
All, all was drowned.

Then a soft wing was spread,

And o’er the billows dread
A meek dove flew ;

But on that shoreless tide,

No living thing she spied

To cheer her view.

  

So to the ark she fled,
With weary, drooping head,
» To seek for rest :
Christ is thy ark, my love,
’ Thou art the tender dove ;
Fly to his breast. Mrs. Sigourney.

   
 
  
   
     
   
   

  
 

edonlecdeg
WHAT I HATE.
I hate to see a little girl
That does not love to rise,
And have the water, fresh and sweet,
Cover her face and eyes.