For The Children

I think that the world was finished at nlght, Or the stars would not have been made; For they wouldu't have thought of haviner the light, If they hadn't first seca the shado. And then, again, I alter my mind, And thiak perhaps it was day, And the Btarry night was only deslgned For a little child tired oí pláy. And I think that an angel, when nobodj iniy, . With a window pushed up very high, Let some of the seedi of the flowers (all through From the gardens they hare in the sky. For they couldn't think here of lillies s white, And sueh beautiful roses, I Imow, Bat I wonder, when falling from such aheight, The dear little eeeds should grow. And then, when the faee of the angel wai turned, I think that the birds flew by, And are singinsj to us the songs they learned On the opposite siáe of the sky. And a rainbow must be 'he shining below Of a place in heaven's floor that is thin, Right close to the door where ihe children go, V' hen the dear Lord Iets tbem in. And I think that the clouds that float in the skics Are tho curtains that they drop down, For fear when we look we should darrie our eyes As they each of them pnt on their crown. I do not know why the water was sent, Dnless, perhaps, it might be God wanted us all to know what it meant When we read of the "Jasper Sea." Oh! tho world where we live is a lovely place, But it ottentime makes me sigh, For I'm always trying causes to irace, And keep thinking" Wherefore?" and "Why? Ah! dear little child, the longing yon feel Is the stir of immortal wings; But Infinite love one day will reveal The most hidden and puzzllng thlngs. You hae only yoar duty to try and do, To be happy and rest crmtent; For by being good and by being true, You will find out all that is meant.