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Devotional Poetry for the Children
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Of nature round it close.
Despise not simple things:
The poor demand thy love,
As well as those who in the halls
Of splendor move.
The beggar at thy door
Thou shouldst not e’er despise;
For that may be a noble heart
Which ’neath his tatters lies.
Despise not little things:
An ant can teach of toil;
The buttercup can light the heart
With its own pleasant smile;
’Tis not from towering heights alone
The noble thought within us springs;
There’s something holy and sublime
In the love of simple things.
THE VIOLET
“Oh, mother! mother! only look!
See what I’ve got for thee;
I found it close beside the brook, —
This pretty violet, – see.
“And father says there will be more
So, mother, when they come,
We’ll pick my little basket full,
And bring them with us home.
“And, mother, – only listen now!
’Tis very strange, indeed, —
This pretty flower, with leaves and all,
Was once a little seed.
“When it was planted in the ground,
The sun shone very bright,
And made the little seed so warm,
It grew with all its might.”
“Yes, Charles: the bright sun made it warm,
’Twas wet with rain and dew;
The leaves came first, and then, ere long,
We found the violet blue.
“Charley, I think when we are good,
Obedient, and kind,
Good feelings, like the little flowers,
Are growing in the mind.
“But when we suffer evil thoughts
To grow and flourish there,
Then they are like the noxious weeds,
That choke the flowerets fair.”
CHILD’S TALENT
God intrusts to all
Talents, few or many;
None so young or small,
That they have not any.
Though the great and wise
May have more in number,
Yet my own I prize,
And they must not slumber.
Little drops of rain.
Bring the springing flowers;
And I may attain
Much by little powers.
Every little mite,
Every little measure,
Helps to spread the light,
Helps to swell the treasure.
THE STARS ARE COMING
“See, the stars are coming
In the far blue skies;
Mother, look! they brighten;
Are they angels’ eyes?”
“No, my child; the lustre
Of the stars is given,
Like the hues of flowers,
By the God of heaven.”
“Mother, if I study,
Sure He’ll make me know
Why the stars He kindled,
O’er our earth to glow?”
“Child! what God created,
Has a glorious aim;
Thine it is to worship, —
Thine to love His name.”
Despise not simple things:
The poor demand thy love,
As well as those who in the halls
Of splendor move.
The beggar at thy door
Thou shouldst not e’er despise;
For that may be a noble heart
Which ’neath his tatters lies.
Despise not little things:
An ant can teach of toil;
The buttercup can light the heart
With its own pleasant smile;
’Tis not from towering heights alone
The noble thought within us springs;
There’s something holy and sublime
In the love of simple things.
THE VIOLET
“Oh, mother! mother! only look!
See what I’ve got for thee;
I found it close beside the brook, —
This pretty violet, – see.
“And father says there will be more
So, mother, when they come,
We’ll pick my little basket full,
And bring them with us home.
“And, mother, – only listen now!
’Tis very strange, indeed, —
This pretty flower, with leaves and all,
Was once a little seed.
“When it was planted in the ground,
The sun shone very bright,
And made the little seed so warm,
It grew with all its might.”
“Yes, Charles: the bright sun made it warm,
’Twas wet with rain and dew;
The leaves came first, and then, ere long,
We found the violet blue.
“Charley, I think when we are good,
Obedient, and kind,
Good feelings, like the little flowers,
Are growing in the mind.
“But when we suffer evil thoughts
To grow and flourish there,
Then they are like the noxious weeds,
That choke the flowerets fair.”
CHILD’S TALENT
God intrusts to all
Talents, few or many;
None so young or small,
That they have not any.
Though the great and wise
May have more in number,
Yet my own I prize,
And they must not slumber.
Little drops of rain.
Bring the springing flowers;
And I may attain
Much by little powers.
Every little mite,
Every little measure,
Helps to spread the light,
Helps to swell the treasure.
THE STARS ARE COMING
“See, the stars are coming
In the far blue skies;
Mother, look! they brighten;
Are they angels’ eyes?”
“No, my child; the lustre
Of the stars is given,
Like the hues of flowers,
By the God of heaven.”
“Mother, if I study,
Sure He’ll make me know
Why the stars He kindled,
O’er our earth to glow?”
“Child! what God created,
Has a glorious aim;
Thine it is to worship, —
Thine to love His name.”
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