FOR CHILDREN, 25

CHILDHOOD'S TEARS.
Tue tear down childhood’s cheek that flows,
Ts like the dew-drop on the rose ;
When next the summer breeze comes by,
And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Walter Scott.

 

THE DEAD SPARROW.!

Text me not of joy! there’s none,
Now my little sparrow’s gone :

He would chirp and play with me;
He would hang his wing awhile—
Till at length he saw me smile

Ob ! how sullen he would be!

He would catch a crumb, and then
Sporting, let it go again ;
He from my lip
Would moisture sip ;
He would from my trencher feed ;
Then would hop, and then would run,
And cry “ philip” when he'd done !
Oh! whose heart can choose but bleed ?
Oh ! how eager would he fight,
And ne’er hurt, though he did bite !
No morn did pass,
But on my glass
He would sit, and mark and do
What I did; now® ruffle all
' The author of this piece died in the year 1643, so that
it isnow more than 200 years old,

2 When the word now is repeated, as above, the first now.
signifies, at one time, the second now, at another time.

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