LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

But God can keep me by his care,
To him I’ll say this little prayer:

“O God, from harm my body keep,
Both when I wake and when I sleep.”

THE BROOK.
’T was here my sister dear was drowned
One long, bright summer-day ;
Here was the little darling found
By good and faithful Tray.

'T is many years since Ellen died ;
But I have not forgot

The moment we her bonnet spied
Beside this very spot.

How very wet her golden hair,
And how it made me weep
To see her lie so still and fair,
And know it was not sleep.

Poor Tray sits watching in my face
With such an earnest look ;
He knows full well how sad a place
Is this sweet babbling brook.
Had I a sister now to love,
How very kind I’d be;
Ellen, the little gentle dove,
Was always wind, to me.