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.
Morning Hymn.
H. P. Nichols
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