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The Guardian Angel.

“TAKE HEED THAT YE DESPISE NOT ONE OF THESE LITTLE ONES: FOR I SAY UNTO YOU, THAT IN HEAVEN THEIR ANGELS DO ALWAYS BEHOLD THE FACE OF MY FATHER WHICH IS IN HEAVEN.”



Child on the Plank.
See those bubbles, one, two, three,
How they sparkle! now they flee,
Now they stop and look at me;
Then they hide; now, three, four, five,
Whirl about as if alive;
Then they break; and then another
Rises up, and wheels around,
With that rippling, pleasant sound.
But how little does my mother
Think that I have strayed so far,
Or what I have got for her!

Guardian Angel.
Gently tread, my little one!
Fair and bright the waters run;
But where most they seem asleep,
There are whirlpools very deep;
And you have no stay to hold
On the plank so free and bold;
And to save yourself, I know,
You that flower would ne'er let go.