LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

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He made our eyes, and can discern
Whichever way you think to turn ;
He made our ears, and he can hear
Whene’er you think no one is near :
In every place, by night or day,

He watches all you do or say.

You thought because you were alone,
Your falsehood never could be known ;
But liars always are found out,
Whatever way they wind about:

Then always be afraid, my dear,

To tell a lie, for God can hear.

  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
    
    
 

THE LITTLE FISH.
“Dear mother,” said a little fish,
“Pray is not that a fly?
I’m very hungry, and I wish
You’d let me go and try.”

“Sweet innocent,” the mother cried,
And started from her nook,
“That horrid fly is put to hide
The sharpness of the hook.”

Now, as I’ve heard, this little trout
Was young and foolish too,

And so he thought he’d venture out

To see if it were true.