FOR CHILDREN. 255

Released, he chases the bright butterfly,

Oh he would follow— follow through the sky !

Climbs the gaunt mastiff slumbering in his chain,

And chides and buffets, clinging by the mane ;

Then runs, and, kneeling by the fountain side,

Sends his brave ship in triumph down the tide,—

A dangerous voyage! or if now he can,

If now he wears the habit of a man,

Flings off the coat, so long his pride and pleasure,

And, like a miser digging. for his treasure,

His tiny spade in his own garden plies,

And in green letters sees his name arise !

Where’er he goes, for ever in her sight,

She looks, and looks, and still with new delight !
Rogers.

 

SELF-EXAMINATION.
¥ROM THE GREEK OF PYTHAGORAS,

Let not soft slumbers close my eyes,
Before I have recollected thrice

The train of actions through the day:
Where have my feet marked out their way ?
What have I learnt where’er I've been,
From all I’ve heard—from all I’ve seen ?
What know I more, that’s worth the knowing ?
What have I done, that's worth the doing ?
What have [ sought, that I should shun ?
What duties have I left undone;

Or into what new follies run ?

These self-inquiries are the road

That lead to virtue and to God.