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God gave you the plumage we so much admire;
God painted the butterfly's wing;
God deck'd the green fields with flowers so gay,
And taught the dear birds how to sing.
Many things in this beautiful world He has made
To look quite as pretty as you;
So please, Mr. Peacock, don't feel quite so proud,
As your gay, brilliant plumage we view!
MINNIE'S FAITHFULNESS
"Brother, may I unpack your trunk?" said little Minnie Bell.
"O yes, my dear; how glad I am to get home safe and well;
I've been in California for more than three long years,
But I'm safely home at last, in spite of mother's fears."
"Yes, Alfred, it has seemed, to dear mamma and me,
A long, long time, and we are glad your happy face to see;
