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"Do a kindness any time; Angels weave it into rhyme.
"Do a kindness, it will pay; Angels will rejoice that day.
"Kindly deeds and thoughts and words Bless the world like songs of birds."
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The Blind Girl
Blind persons can not see anything. They can not tell what any person looks like. They can not see the sun, moon, trees, birds, flowers, or any of the pretty things that we see.
They can not read as we do, but they read by feeling with the ends of their fingers. There are books with raised letters or dots on the pages for the blind, and by feeling the shape of them they can read.
See the poor blind girl reading the book. Poor girl! she can hear the birds sing, and can smell the pretty flowers, but she can not see how lovely they are.
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When Jesus was here on earth, he healed the blind who came to him. He is still just as able to heal the blind eyes so people can see as he was while here on earth. But it takes faith in G.o.d, who is all-powerful.
The Little Cripple
I am sitting by my window In my lonely little room; Every little boy seems happy, While my life is filled with gloom.
Yonder see the children running, Hear them laugh in childish play; Like the b.u.t.terflies and birdies, Playing all the live-long day.
Once I ran as other children; Now I'm but a cripple-boy.
As I watch them through my window, How their games they do enjoy!
How I'd love to hear their footsteps Coming to my open door!
It would make me feel as cheerful As in happy days of yore.
Yet I'm thankful for dear mother, Who so gently smooths my brow, Tells me pleasant little stories Of her childhood days, and how She once wandered in the meadow, With the cattle and the sheep, Picking b.u.t.tercups and daisies Till the stars began to peep.
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Then she tells me of the Savior, How upon this earth he trod, How he came to us from heaven-- Jesus Christ, the Son of G.o.d.
Now his home is up in glory With the happy angel band; But he comes and blesses children And protects them by his hand.
Then she kneels down by my bedside, As the twilight shadows fall, And we ask the Lord to kindly Guide and keep us one and all; Then he makes us very happy, Gives us blessings rich and true, And I know with all the children, Jesus loves the cripples too.
Country Children
Children love to play on the bridge over the creek, or sit down in the tall gra.s.s on the banks and pick wild flowers.
Sometimes the dog swims in the water after a stick and brings it ash.o.r.e. Dogs can swim in the water; but if the children should get into deep water, they could not get out, and would drown if some one did not come to help them out.
There are many, many children living in the cities who do not have the chance to play in the green gra.s.s or pick wild flowers like the children who live in the country. How much they would enjoy doing so!
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G.o.d made the water and land, the gra.s.s and flowers, and intended that the children and all people should enjoy them.
Jesus once said, "Consider the lilies, how they grow; they toil not, they spin not; ... if then G.o.d so clothe the gra.s.s which is today in the field, ... how much more will he clothe you, O ye of little faith?"
G.o.d takes care of the flowers, the gra.s.s, and the trees, and he can care for us.
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The Country Boy
I love to see the country boy, With body large and strong.
He sings while he is doing ch.o.r.es, And whistles all day long.
He drives the cows down to the lane, And feeds the chickens, too.
He carries wood for mama dear, Who has so much to do.
He goes to school and studies hard His lessons day by day; He's always ready at recess, To romp and jump and play.
G.o.d bless the boys! the country boys!
They soon will be our men.
We know not then what they may do With deed or thought or pen.
But other boys as well as he, Can study, learn, and do, Can live a grand and n.o.ble life, To right and G.o.d be true.
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G.o.d Sees All Things