The lit-tle birds by God are fed
But man must earn his dai-ly bread,
And work that he may eat;
Striv-ing his best, as John does now,
The broad ten-acre field to plough,
Where-in to sow the wheat.
Old John, the plough-man, ne'er re-pines,
Whe-ther it blows, or rains, or shines,
But hap-py still does seem;
And Dick, who leads the fore-most horse,
Goes whist-ling as he walks across
The field be-side the team.
Let us per-form as glad-ly, too,
The work our Mas-ter bids us do,
And then we need not fear;
But when from earth-ly toil we rest,
We all shall meet a-mong the blest
Who served Him tru-ly here.
"HOW IS THE WEA-THER?"
Cold win-ter has come,
And the cru-el winds blow--
The trees are all leaf-less and brown;
These two pret-ty rob-ins,
Oh, where shall they go
To shel-ter their lit-tle brown heads from the snow?
Just look at the flakes com-ing down.
But see, they have found a snug shel-ter at last,
And hark, how they talk, while the storm whis-tles past:
Says Pol-ly to Dick-y,
"You're near-est the door,
And you are the gen-tle-man, too:
Just peep out and see
When the storm will be o'er;
Be-cause, if the wea-ther's as bad as be-fore,
I think we will stay, do not you?"
[Illustration: Far up a-mong the moun-tain peaks,
His food the lone-ly Con-dor seeks.]
[Illustration: The Co-bra has a dead-ly bite.
And yet in mu-sic takes de-light.]
[Illustration: The A-rabs through the de-sert wide,
On the swift Dro-me-dary ride.]
[Illustration: In gen-tle ri-vers, still and clear,
We see the shin-ing Dace ap-pear.]
[Illustration: "HOW IS THE WEATHER?"]
[Illustration: NELLY'S NEW PARASOL.]