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SUNDAY NIGHT.
[Illustration: Letter T.]
The holy Sabbath day has fled;
And has it been well spent?
Have I remembered what was said,
And why the day was sent?
May I be better all the week,
For what to-day has taught;
May I God's love and favor seek,
And do the things I ought!
HAGAR AND ISHMAEL.
[Illustration: T.]
'Twas morning, and the pleasant light
Shone on the hills, the trees, the flowers,
And made a far-off country bright,
A lovely land, but not like ours.
A mother led her little child
Forth from his father's door away;
And with the flowers he played, and smiled
As beautiful and bright as they.
But when, at noon, the warm sun beat
Upon the sweet boy's forehead fair,
Tired and thirsty from the heat,
He asked in vain for water there.
The bottle, filled with water clear
At early day, was empty now;
The mother laid her child so dear
Beneath an old tree's spreading bough.
She turned away, and heard the sound
Of water, gushing like the rain;
She raised her boy from off the ground,
He drank, and played and smiled again.
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