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GOD'S KIND CARE FOR ALL.
Tis winter, and sweeping o'er mountain and rock,
The wind visits all in its course with a shock,
The chilling snow beats, and the pelting rain drives;
Birds creep to their shelter, and bees to their hives.
Not a leaflet adorns the tall dark waving trees,
And vainly we look for the gentle spring breeze.
How cold and how comfortless all seems around,
There is sleet in the air and snow on the ground;
But God, in his infinite wisdom and love,
Looks down from his heaven of mercy and love,
And gives suitable shelter to man and to beast,—
To the hungry one food—to the weary one rest.
He kindly provideth for great and for small,—
In his bountiful goodness he careth for all.
The wind visits all in its course with a shock,
The chilling snow beats, and the pelting rain drives;
Birds creep to their shelter, and bees to their hives.
Not a leaflet adorns the tall dark waving trees,
And vainly we look for the gentle spring breeze.
How cold and how comfortless all seems around,
There is sleet in the air and snow on the ground;
But God, in his infinite wisdom and love,
Looks down from his heaven of mercy and love,
And gives suitable shelter to man and to beast,—
To the hungry one food—to the weary one rest.
He kindly provideth for great and for small,—
In his bountiful goodness he careth for all.
AGE.
As alone by his fireside poor Raymond was sitting,
Reclined in his arm chair, forsaken, forlorn,
The scenes of his life o'er his fancy were flitting,
And he wept as he thought on his youth's early morn.
Reclined in his arm chair, forsaken, forlorn,
The scenes of his life o'er his fancy were flitting,
And he wept as he thought on his youth's early morn.
A tear of regret down his pale cheek was stealing,
And sorrow was legibly marked on his brow;
His white locks the progress of time were revealing,
And his sad heavy heart was o'erflowing with woe.
And sorrow was legibly marked on his brow;
His white locks the progress of time were revealing,
And his sad heavy heart was o'erflowing with woe.
