He gave us eyes to see them, Who hath made all things well! CECIL F. ALEXANDER 192 THE CREATION Come, child, look upward to the sky, Come, child, and now behold the earth The product view of six days' work,- The fields, the meadows, and the plain, The waters, too, the mighty main, Come, then, behold them all and say, You turn yourself to see? 'Twas God who made the earth and sea,— To whom the angels bow; That God who made both you and me— That God who sees us now. ANN TAYLOR 193 THE WAY TO BE HAPPY How pleasant it is, at the end of the day, But reflect on the past, and be able to say: When I've finished my task with all patience and care, And been good, and obliging, and kind, Instead of all this, if it must be confest Then, as I dislike all the trouble I've had, For I never am naughty without being sad, JANE TAYLOR 194 FORBEARANCE Why should we pluck the dewy rose That scents the early morn, Or strive to snare the happy bird That warbles on the thorn? We'll leave the flower to woo the sun, And walk through pleasures, grasping none, When scorners scorn, or foes revile, We'll neither give them scorn for scorn, Nor pass them coldly by; We'll check the storm of rising pride, And should the foe who did us wrong We'll think no more of evil done, To shame him where he stands; We'll strive to act a nobler part,We'll pity-hear, and spare ;And win an entrance to his heart By all that we forbear. CHARLES MACKAY 195 QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Who showed the little ant the way And spend the pleasant summer day The sparrow builds her clever nest, Who taught the busy bee to fly 'Twas God who showed them all the way, And gave their little skill, And teaches children, if they pray, To do His holy will. ANN TAYLOR 196 THE WONDERFUL WORLD Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world, The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree- You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod, and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles? Ah! you are so great, and I am so small, I hardly can think of you, World, at all; "If the wonderful World is great to you, You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot! You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!" 197 WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS BE GOOD What says the Lark, As it mounts on high, In the bright morning sky? That sings in the wood? What says the River, So noble and grand, Rolling majestically Throughout the broad land? As it springs from the bud? |