Anger.

"When a child is cross and angry,
    Never must her voice be heard;
Only to herself most softly
    May she say this simple word,

"Lead us not into temptation;"
    That will angry thoughts remove,
Make her calm and still and gentle,
    With a spirit full of love.

H. P. Nichols

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I Am Happy When I Do Right.

How glad it makes me feel at night,
    When sitting on my mother's knee,
To hear her whisper "You've done right,
    And tried my gentle child to be."

But then I feel ashamed and sad
    If I've been cross and disobeyed,
Or if my selfish way I've had
    When I with other children played.

So if at night I'd call to mind
    A day of undisturbed delight,
The only way that I can find
    Is to be loving and do right.

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New Year.

If I resolve, with the new year,
    A better child to be,
'Twill do no good at all, I fear,
    But rather harm to me,

Unless I try, with every day,
    No angry word to speak;
Unless, each morn, to God I pray
    To keep me mild and meek.

Then let me try with all my might,
    And may God help me too,
Always to choose the way that's right,
    Whatever act I do.

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