SPRING THOUGHTS.

The Spring, the Spring, the joyous Spring!
Myriads of beauties does it bring!
Things, gladdening to heart and eye,
Above us and around us lie.

The tinted cloud, the gentle shower,
The leafy bud, the springing flower,
The birds with notes so sweet and glad,
The little streams in sunshine clad ;

They all come forth as from the dead,
As soon as Winter's ice has fled,
Filling the world with music sweet,
As all their sounds together meet.

Like childhood is the sunny spring,
As new, as fresh, as sweet a thing,
With buds of hope and destiny;
Some are to blossom, some to die.

MORNING HYMN.

The morning shines, the sun is up,
The birds are singing forth their glee;
All things are fresh and full of hope,
Willing to worship God with me.

Creator of the glorious earth!

The sun, the cloud, the morning sky;
Who givest all things life and birth,
And liftest up my heart on high!

I come with many thanks to thee,
For peace and safety through the night;
Thy wing of love o'ershadowed me,
I sweetly slept till morning light.

I am a weak and sinful child,

O! keep and aid me through the day; Make me obedient, lowly, mild,

Nor let my soul be led astray.

Bless me, my Father! Keep and bless All whom I love, and all who live; Make us to know and feel thy grace, And unto us thy spirit give.

EVENING HYMN.

To all that I love, good-night, good-night!
For I know, by the day's departing light,
That I must away to sleep;

On my pillow, I'll lay me down to rest,
For the sun has hidden himself in the west,
The stars are beginning to peep.

And now I will kneel by the side of my bed,
And clasp my hands, and bow my head,
And remember that God is near;

For the child that earnestly loves to pray,
And seek for his care, at the close of the day,
He is ever ready to hear.

I'll ask his forgiveness for all I have done,
That was sinful and wrong, since the rising sun,
And pray to be guided aright.

I will ask him to bless me, and all I hold dear,
And beseech him my simple prayer to hear,
And then close my eyes for the night.