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A sudden pain was sent to take
Its little heart was quickly stopped,
I saw its pretty coffin dropped,
Dear little children, who may read
SPRING is coming! spring is coming!Hark! the little bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high
Little children look around ye,
Turn your eyes to earth and heaven,
WHO TAUGHT THEM?
WHO taught the bird to build her nest
Who taught the busy bee to fly,
Amongst the sweetest herbs and flowers, And lay her store of honey by, Providing food for winter hours?
Who taught the little ant the way,
'Twas God who taught them all the way,
LITTLE children can you say
Why you hear the sweet church bell;
I hope you will at once reply
This day is joyful upon earth
Christ is our Saviour, and we know,
This is the birthday of our King,
"GENTLE pilgrim, tell me why
"The road to heaven I sorrowing seek; If thou canst inform me, speak." "Keep your right hand path with care, Though crags obstruct, and brambles tear; You just discern a narrow track,— Enter there and turn not back."
"Say where that pleasant pathway leads, Winding down yon flowery meads ?
Song and dance the way beguiles, Every face is dressed in smiles." "Shun with care that flowery way; 'Twill lead thee, pilgrim, far astray."
"Guide or counsel do I need?" "Pilgrim, he who runs may read." "Is the way that I must keep Crossed by waters wide and deep?" "Did it lead through flood and fire Thou must not stop-thou must not tire."