O pray take your eyes from off your book,
And come to the window, mamma, and look.
See the big snow-flakes, how fast they fall,
O how I wish I could catch them all!
How many it takes to make up a storm,
And they all are of different size and form.
Some look like a star, and some like a flower,
And some like a cloud, and all like a shower;
But prettier far than a shower of rain,
So pure and white, without blemish or stain.
And O how quiet and noiseless they come,
As fast as they can from their lofty home,
Busily clothing the face of the ground,
And giving it beauty without any sound.
I leave you, mamma, for away I must go,
To play with the silent, the beautiful snow.
My Mother! My kind Mother!
I hear thy gentle voice,
It always makes my little heart
Beat gladly and rejoice.
When I am ill, it comes to me,
And kindly soothes my pain;
And when I sleep, then in my dreams,
It sweetly comes again.
It always makes me happy,
Whene'er I hear its tone,
I know it is the voice of love,
From a heart that is my own.
My Mother! My dear Mother! may I never be
Unkind, or disobedient,
In any way, to thee.
Lord, I am ill! a little child!
O! make me gentle, make me mild,
And let me patient be;
Help me to bear the pain I feel,
And heal me, if it be thy will,
That I may follow thee.
If thou dost wish for me in heaven, If thou hast all my sins forgiven, Then let me love to die;
For I shall then an angel be,
Loving to praise and worship thee,
Beyond the clear blue sky.
George was a good and pleasant child,
He loved each living thing;
The cows and lambs, the trees and flowers,
The birds upon the wing.
But more than all, he liked his dog;
And dearly Rover loved
To follow George in all his walks,
And play where'er he roved.
He was a shaggy dog, and large;
His color, it was black,
Except a ring of snowy white,
He wore around his neck.
And George's favorite walk was by
A river bright and clear,
And when his dog was with him there,
His mother had no fear.
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