GOD'S WATCH-CARE.
IN the June boughs
Lies a dear little nest;
Where five baby sparrows
Find shelter and rest.
The mother sings songs,
And the father brings food,
And both teach the baby-birds
How to be good.
The winds rock the cradle,
The leaves warm the bed,
And the little birds never
Have wanted for bread.
For God who is over,
And cares for us all,
Keeps guard o'er the sparrows
That they should not fall.
Myrtle.