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LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 199

 

There’s not a cloud upon the sky, there’s noth-
ing dark or sad ; |

I jump, and scarce know what to do, I feel so
very glad.

God must be very good, indeed, who made each
pretty thing ;

I’m sure we ought to love him much for bring-
ing back the spring. M. A. Stodart,

 

SUMMER-TIME.
I love the cheerful summer-time,
With all its birds and flowers,
Its shining garments green and smooth,
Its cool, refreshing showers.

I love to hear the little birds,
That carol on the trees ;

I love the gentle murmuring stream,
I love the evening breeze.

I love the bright and glorious sun,
That gives us light and heat ;
I love the pearly drops of dew,
That sparkle ‘neath my feet.
I love to hear the busy hum
Of honey-making bee,
And learn a lesson, hard to learn,
Of patient industry.

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