The Poetry Corner

Morning Hymn.

By H. P. Nichols

Now again the yellow sun Shines upon my window-pane; Now anothor day's begun, I can laugh and play again. I must try to-day to be Kind in all I say and do; Then will God be pleased with me, And mamma will love me too. For she says that God above Loves to see a little child Sweet and gentle as the dove, Like the pretty lamb so mild.