FOR CHILDREN. 23

Soon as the frost will get out of my bed,
From this cold dungeon to free me,

I will peer up with my little bright head—~
All will be joyful to see me.

Then from my heart will young buds diverge!
As rays of the sun from their focus ;?

And I from the darkness of earth shall emerge,
A happy and beautiful crocus !

Gaily arrayed in my yellow and green,
When to their view I have risen,

Will they not wonder, how one so serene
Came from so dismal a prison ?

Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower
This useful lesson may borrow :—

Patient to-day, through its gloomiest hour,
We come out the brighter to-morrow !

 

THE CAMEL,

Came, thou art good and mild,
Docile as a little child ;

Thou wast wnade for usefulness,

Man to comfort and to bless:

Thou dost clothe him; thou dost feed
Thou dost lend to him thy speed ;
And through wilds of trackless sand,
In the hot Arabian land,

Where no rock its shadow throws;
Where no cooling water flows;

* Diverge—spread out as from a centre.
* Foeus—the point at which rays of light meet.