He made the pretty flowers To blossom wild and free; He did not make them that the great Oh, no! He made them for us all, Yes, God upon his children smiles, -Alike for all His love descends, No matter what their lot, * 75 * SUNSHINE AND SHOWER. I. Two children stood at their father's gate, Two girls with golden hair; And their eyes were bright, and their voices glad, Because the morn was fair. For they said, "We will take that long, long walk To the hawthorn copse 2 to-day, 1 peasant, poor man. 2 copse, a wood of small growth. And gather great bunches of lovely flowers And oh we shall be so happy there, As the children spoke, a little cloud 1 But the other said, "Oh! heed it not; That little cloud may search the sky And soon the children's voices rose But, ere the morning hours had waned, The wind began to blow; And the children, in their nice warm room, Went fretting to and fro; For they said, "When we have aught in store,2 It always happens so." II. Now these two fair-haired sisters Had a brother out at sea, may, hawthorn blossom (of May). 2 aught in store, any thing pleasant to do. A little midshipman 1 aboard When they stood beside the gate, With the other sailors round him, Beyond, they saw the cool green land, — And above them the burning noontide sun Their throats were parched with bitter thirst, Just then that little cloud was sent, Now, some few mornings after, When the children met once more, And God had sent the shower. 1 midshipman, a naval officer lower in rank than a lieutenant. *76* MOTES IN THE SUNBEAMS.' THE motes up and down in the sun If these atoms that move up and down CHARLES AND MARY LAMB. (In "Poetry for Children.") * 77 * BOYS' PLAY AND GIRLS' PLAY. "Now, let's have a game of play, Prowling here and prowling there, Till I find you children out; Deep within the hollow tree." "Oh, no! please not, Robert dear; Do not be a grizzly bear! Little May was half afraid When she heard the noise you made, Roaring like a lion strong, Just now, as you came along; And she'll scream and start to-night, If you give her any fright." "Well, then I'll be a fox: You shall be the hens and cocks In the farmer's apple-tree Crowing out so lustily. I will softly creep this way,- "Oh, no, Robert! you're so strong, "You've your play, and we have ours; Go, and climb the trees again! I and little May and Jane MRS. HAWTREY. |