LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 191

God made them poor—he made us rich,
The wealth is all his own ;

It was for them as well as us
The Saviour left his throne.

Let us henceforth save something, Bell,
To help the suffering poor,

And for God’s bounty to us both
His blessed name adore.

THE SETTING SUN.
Dear John, the sun is setting now,
Behold him in the west ;
And all the children now must soon
Lie down and go to rest.

In other countries far away,
The day begins to break ;

And many a child and many a bird
Will soon be wide awake.

But when the sun comes round again,
And rises in our east,

Then evening will begin with them,
And they to bed will haste.

How very good in God it is,
To make the sun to go

All round this great round world of ours,
To light each country so.