FOR CHILDREN. 113

But we've the cherry s tempting bough,
The currant’s coral gem ;

What English child will not allow
That these may vie with them ?

Italy boasts its citron groves,
And walks of lemon trees ;

Ceylon, its spicy nuts and cloves,
That scent the summer breeze ;

But we've the peach, and nectarine red,
The ripe and bluoming plum,

The strawberry, in its leafy bed,
When holidays are come.

The purple vine its harvest yields
France, in thy fertile plain ;

But we've the yellow waving fields
Of golden British grain.

Heaven on our favoured land hath smiled
From want and war we're free ;
The noble’s heir, the peasant’s child,

Alike have liberty. |
Grateful we'll praise the mighty hand
That sheds such blessings here,
Protecting still our native land
From ills that others fear.

Still Jet us love this spot of earth—-
The best where’er we roam—
And duly estimate the worth
Of our dear English home,

Mrs. C. B. Wilson
L2