When but a little piece of bread Though history may not mark the deed, 'Tis chronicled1 in heaven. H. P. BIDDLE. * 86 * THE LAW OF CHARITY. OH! never let us lightly fling A barb 2 of woe to wound another; Each has the power to wound; but he 'Tis godlike to awaken joy, Or sorrow's influence to subdue; Peace, winged in fairer worlds above, And all his aim his brother's bliss. 1 chronicled, recorded, known. 2 barb, the sharp shoulders of an arrow-head. T. GISBORNE. 106 SELECT POETRY FOR YOUNG FOLKS. * 87 * PROVIDENCE. Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield! Say, with richer crimson glows Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, One there lives, whose guardian eye Pass we blithely then the time, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow: God provideth for the morrow. REGINALD HEBER. Select Poetry for Young Folks. * 1 * THE TREE. THE Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown: "Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweep ing down. "No, leave them alone Till the blossoms have grown,' Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet1 to crown. The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung: "Shall I take them away?" said the Wind as he swung. "No, leave them alone Till the berries have grown," Said the Tree, while his leaflets 2 quivering hung. 1 rootlet, little root. 2 leaflet, little leaf. 3 |