PETER PARLEY'S GEOGRAPHY. THE world is round, and like a ball Water and land upon the face Of this round world we see ; The land is man's safe dwelling place, But ships sail on the sea. Two mighty continents there are, And many islands too, And mountains, hills, and valleys there, With level plains we view. The ocean, like the broad blue sky, Extends around the sphere, While seas, and lakes, and rivers lie Unfolded, bright and clear. Around the earth on every side, Where hills and plains are spread, The various tribes of men abide, White, black, and copper red. And animals and plants there be, Geography goes high and low, To set them forth and shew them, The more attention you bestow, The better you will know them. THE LITTLE SHIP. A LITTLE ship was on the sea, It sailed along so pleasantly, When lo! a storm began to rise, And all but one, were sore afraid Master, we perish!-Master save! They cried, their Master heard ; He rose, rebuked the wind and wave, And still'd them with a word. He to the storm says, "Peace,-be still;" And all are hushed to peace. Oh! well we know it was the Lord, Whose care of those who trust his word, Will never, never, end. ANON. THE DOVE. I KNEW a little sickly child, Alone in bed he lay. There used to come a little dove Before his window small, And sing to him with her sweet voice, And when that sick child better grew, And quiet in his play; He would not for the world have made That sweet dove fly away. There is a holy Dove that sings The Holy Spirit of our God, That speaks his soul within,- And he must hear that still small voice Nor tempt it to depart, That whispers to his heart. He must be wise, and pure, and true, Must strive, and watch, and pray, Will drive that Dove away. ANON. MY MOTHER. WHO fed me from her gentle breast, And on my cheek sweet kisses press'd? When sleep forsook my open eye, My Mother. And soothed me that I should not cry ? My Mother. |