So God’s great mer-cies thus a-bound;
His love still brings the sea-sons round;
His bless-ings fill our hap-py fields,
And all our land its in-crease yields: 
So if we serve Him as we should,
Our Lord will give us all things good;
And He who doth the ra-vens feed
Much more will give us all we need!

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[Illustration:  Play-ing A-mong the sheaves.]

PLAY-ING A-MONG THE SHEAVES.

Oh, who could there be
More mer-ry than we,
  On this bright har-vest morn. 
As we fro-lic and play,
While we hide a-way,
  A-mong the sheaves of corn?

We may fro-lic still
Wher-e-ver we will,
  But yet we must not tread
To waste with our feet
The grains of the wheat—­
  The wheat that makes our bread.

For God, as we need,
Gives the corn to feed
  And make us well and strong;
And to waste in vain
His gift of the grain
  Would grieve Him, and be wrong.

KEEP-ING SCHOOL.

Oh, tell me if e-ver you knew
  A teach-er who looked so se-vere
As sis-ter Ma-ri-a can do,
  When les-sons she’s go-ing to hear?

Just look how she holds up her cane
  And frowns, as she threat-ens each one! 
But yet they’ll not cry or com-plain,
  Be-cause it is only in fun.

The dunce’s cap Dol-ly must wear,
  Her task was not learnt very well;
And now lit-tle Jane, I de-clare,
  Pre-tends she’s un-a-ble to spell.

Yet sis-ter may hold up her cane,
  And though they’ll look so-lemn, each one,
From laugh-ter they scarce can re-frain. 
  Be-cause it is only in fun.

[Illustration:  In i-vy, tree, or barn, or tow-er The Owl a-waits the e-ven-ing hour.]

[Illustration:  The fish-ing Ot-ter may be found In streams which flow through Eng-lish ground.]

[Illustration:  Be-neath the ri-ver’s sedg-y side The sav-age Pike de-lights to hide.]

[Illustration:  In cav-ern pools, in end-less night, The poor blind Pro-teus shuns the light.]

[Illustration:  Keeping school.]

[Illustration:  Milking-time.]

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SNAP AP-PLE.

“Come, while it spins round, try your luck;
  Come, E-thel, and Kate, and your bro-thers! 
On two ends two ap-ples are stuck,
  And an on-ion on each of the o-thers. 
Be ready, and snap as they pass,
  Be quick, if you mean to be right,
Or not the sweet ap-ples, a-las! 
  ’Twill be, but the on-ions, you’ll bite.”

MILK-ING TIME.

Through the long day the cows are seen
  All graz-ing as they go,
Wan-der-ing a-long the mea-dows green
  Where yel-low hawk-weeds grow.