PRAYER FOR OUR COUNTRY. 59 PRAYER FOR OUR COUNTRY. LORD! while for all mankind we pray, O hear us for our native land,- O guard our shores from every foe, Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and Thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. Here may Religion shed her light LORD of the Nations! thus to Thee UREFORD. THE ORPHAN'S PRAYER. My Father and my Friend, to Thee For Thou canst wash away my tears, No tender mother's gentle smile, No longer in her arms of love, An orphan, in the cold wide world, O guide and guard me by Thy grace, CREATION. 61 CREATION. COME, child, look upwards to the sky, Th' expanse of stars that sparkle high, Come, child, and now behold the earth The product view of six days' birth, The fields, the meadows, and the plain, The waters too, the mighty main, The rivers and the rills. Come then, behold them all, and say, 'How came these things to be? That stand before, which ever way I turn myself to see?' "T was GOD who made the earth and sea, To whom the angels bow; 'T was God who made both thee and me, The GOD who sees us now. JANE TAYLOR. THE HOLY DOVE. I knew a little sickly child, The long, long summer's day, When all the world was green and bright, Alone in bed he lay; There used to come a little dove, Before his window small, And sing to him with her sweet voice, And when the sick child better grew, Close to that window he would creep, And he was gentle in his speech, And quiet at his play, He would not for the world have made There is a Holy Dove that sings To every Christian child, That speaks his soul within, That leads him on to all things good, THE FAVORITE HYMN OF EVE. And he must hear that still small voice, The SPIRIT great and wonderful, That whispers to his heart; He must be pure, and good, and true, For unresisted sin, at last, Will drive that Dove away. THE FAVORITE HYMN OF EVE. How cheerful, along the gay mead, The myrtle that shades the green bowers, Shall man, the great master of all, Forbid it, fair gratitude's call, |