Are hid by the storm;

And the wind blows loud, As the rain-drops pour

From the gloomy cloud.

It makes me think,

When my face is bright With pleasure and smiles, And my heart is light,

How often the cloud

Of ill-humor appears,

And changes the smile
To frowns and to tears.

And now I believe,
That never again,
Will my sunny smiles
Be turned to rain.

But I will be good,

And do what is right; I then shall be smiling And happy and bright.

MY FATHER.

I bound to meet my father, When his coming step I hear, For every look and smile of his, To me are very dear.

"T is joy for me to love him,
And never make him sad,
He always speaks so kindly,
When I am good and glad.

I will always try to please him,
And be amiable and mild;
And he will kiss me then, and say,
I am his darling child.

HYMN FOR THE SABBATH.

I will keep the Sabbath holy,
The day of sacred rest!

The brightest day of all the week,
The day I love the best.

I will keep the Sabbath holy,
It is the Saviour's day!
By quietness and meekness too,
By ceasing from my play.

I will keep the Sabbath holy,
The day so still and fair!

By kindly thoughts, and words of love,
By worship and by prayer.

The Saviour looks from heaven,
And listens when I pray ;
He loves all little children,

Who keep the Sabbath day.

HELEN'S KITTEN.

With glossy, downy, jetty skin,
And eyes of blue, of frolic mien,
A roguish look, and playful ways,
Whose grace one's kindness all repays;

A form of roundness, tiny feet,
That pat along its friends to meet,
Its pretty neck it loves to show,
Decked with a spot as white as snow;

A voice of music sweet and new,

When for mamma it

66 murmurs mew !" Yet from her kiss will wildly start, It has so frolicsome a heart.

All these rare beauties do belong
To our sweet kitten; but this song
Is most unworthy in her praise,
She has so many cunning ways.