FOR CHILDREN. 131

An huwble friend to ail around,
Where’er my footsteps stray ;
Like that pure stream, with tranquil breast,
Like it, still blessing, and still blest.
M. A. Stodart.

 

THE DAIS§Y.

Wuar hand but His who arched the skies,

And pours the day-spring’s' living flood,*
Wondrons alike in all He tries,

Could raise the daisy’s purple bud,
Mould its green cup, its wiry stem,

Its fringed border nicely spin,
And cut the gold-embossed gem,

That, set in silver, gleams within,
And fling it, unrestrained and free,

O’er hill and dale, and desert sod ;
That man, where’er he walks, may see

At every step the stamp of God ?

Mason Good,

 

PRINCIPLE PUT TO THE TEST.

A YouNGsSTER at school, more sedate than the rest,

Had once his integrity put to the test :—

His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob,

And asked him to go and assist in the job.

He was very much shocked, and answered—“Oh
no!

What rob our poor neighbour! I pray you don’t go;

' Day-spring—trise of day—dawn. ‘* Living flood—of light.