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Devotional Poetry for the Children
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THE FLOWERS
God might have made the earth bring forth
Enough for great and small,
The oak tree and the cedar tree,
Without a flower at all.
He might have made enough, – enough
For every want of ours, —
For luxury, medicine, and food,
And yet have made no flowers.
Then wherefore, wherefore were they made,
And dyed with rainbow light,
All fashioned with supremest grace,
Upspringing day and night.
In fertile valleys, green and low,
And on the mountains high,
And in the silent wilderness,
Where no one passes by.
Our outward life requires them not, —
Then wherefore had they birth?
To minister delight to man,
And beautify the earth.
To comfort man, – to whisper hope,
Whene’er his faith is dim;
For He, who careth for the flowers,
Will surely care for him.
LITTLE BY LITTLE
One step, and then another,
And the longest walk is ended;
One stitch and then another,
And the largest rent is mended
One brick upon another,
And the highest wall is made;
One flake upon another,
And the deepest snow is laid.
So the little coral workers,
By their slow, but constant, motion,
Have built those pretty islands
In the distant, dark blue ocean;
And the noblest undertakings
Man’s wisdom hath conceived,
By oft-repeated efforts
Have been patiently achieved.
NEVER, MY CHILD, FORGET TO PRAY
Never, my child, forget to pray,
Whate’er the business of the day;
If happy dreams have blessed thy sleep,
Or startling fears have made thee weep.
With holy thoughts begin the day,
And ne’er, my child, forget to pray;
Ask Him, by whom the birds are fed,
To give to thee thy daily bread.
If wealth her bounty should bestow,
Praise Him from whom all blessings flow;
If He, who gave, should take away,
Never, my child, forget to pray.
The time will come, when thou wilt miss
A father’s and a mother’s kiss;
And then, my child, perchance thou’lt see,
Some who, in prayer, ne’er bend the knee;
From such examples turn away,
And ne’er, my child, forget to pray.
THE CHILD’S PRAYER
I am a very little child,
Yet God, who dwells above,
Will hear me, if I rightly pray,
And answer me in love.
Heavenly Father! wilt thou bless
My father and my mother;
And also bless my sister dear;
And bless my baby brother.
Forgive me, if I’ve been to-day
A very naughty child;
And teach me how I may become
A boy both good and mild.
And keep me out of every ill;
And teach me how to pray,
That I may be a better child
On every coming day.
A CHILD-LIKE SPIRIT
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