LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 143

LR

“But they are dead—those two are dead,
Their spirits are in heaven.”
'T was throwing words away, for still
The little maid would have her will,

And said, “ Nay, we are seven.”
Wordsworth.

 

FEAR NOT.

Yea, fear not, fear not, little ones ;
There is in heaven an Kye

That looks with yearning fondness down
On all the paths ye try.

Tis He who guides the sparrow’s wing,
And guards her little brood ;
Who hears the ravens when they cry,
| And fills them all with food.

‘Tis He who clothes the fields with flowers,
And pours the light abroad ;

'T is he who numbers all your hours,
Your Father and your God.

Ye are the chosen of his love,
His most peculiar care ;

And will he guide the fluttering dove,
And not regard your prayer?