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How happy was that mother; God's Word was her delight
A light unto her path by day,—a guiding star at night;
She raised her heart in thankfulness, that he had learned to prize
His precious Bible, and had gained a treasure in the skies.
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OH, SPARE THE BIRDS.
Spare the dear little birds, don't kill them I pray!
But listen, and hear their sweet song;
To spoil all our music, and shoot them to-day,
Oh, sportsmen, you know 'twould be wrong!
