LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 171

 

Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove ;

That, as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love. — Watts.

 

BLIND JOHNNY. RB.

Be kind to little Johnny Bell,
Whene’er you see him, little boys;
Relate to him some pretty tale,
And tell him all about your toys.

For he is blind, poor Johnny Bell!
The pleasant sky he cannot see,
Nor brilliant sun, nor lovely flowers,

Nor verdant grass, nor lofty tree.