148 SONGS FOR THE

And round about the hook he played,
With many a longing look,
And, “Dear me,” to himself he said,
“T’m sure that’s not a hook.

“T can but give one little pluck:
Let’s see, and so I will.”
So on he went, and lo, it stuck
Quite through his little gill.

And as he faint and fainter grew,
With hollow voice he cried,
“Dear mother, had I minded you,
I need not now have died.”

  
   
    
    
   
   
   
   
 
     
    

LITTLE CHILD.

Little child, when you’re at play,
Do you know that Jesus sees you?
He it is who made the day,
Sunshine, birds, and flowers, to please you.
© then thank him much, and pray
To be grateful every day.

Little child, when you’re afraid,

Do you know that Christ is by you?
Seek his care then—he has said,

Ask, and I will not deny you.
And he never fails to hear:
He will keep you, do not fear.