FOR CHILDREN. 157

“ 1 am cheerful, young man,” father Wilham re-
plied,
“ Let the cause thy attention engage ;
In the days of my youth I remembered my God!
And He hath not forgotten my age!”
Southey.

 

GOD PROVIDETH FOR THE MORROW!

Lo the lilies of the field,
How their leaves instruction yield !
Hark to Nature’s lesson, given
By the blessed birds of heaven !
Every bush and tufted tree
Warbles sweet philosophy :—
Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow:
God provideth for the morrow !
“ Say, with richer crimson glows
The kingly mantle, than the rose?
Say, have kings more wholesome fare
Than we poor citizens of air?
Barns nor hoarded grain have we,
Yet we carol merrily ;
Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow:
God provideth for the morrow !
* One there lives whose guardian eye
Guides our humble destiny ;
One there lives, who, Lord of all,
Keeps our feathers, lest they fall.
Pass we blithely, then, the time,
Fearless of the snare and lime,'
Lime—birdlime, a substance used by birdcatchera
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