--Last year,
Where our Willie lies,
Grew the earliest violet,
Blue as were his eyes.
Then you told me, mother,
That the flowers would fade,
And their withered blossoms
On the earth be laid.
But you said, as springtime
Would their buds restore,
Willie would in heaven
Be forevermore.
Weep no more, dear mother!
Violets are in bloom;
And your darling Willie
Lives beyond the tomb.
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CHRISTMAS.
[Illustration: Letter L.]
"Little children, when rejoicing
In the merry Christmas morn,
'Mid your sports remember ever
'Tis the day that Christ was born.
"When on earth, the blessed Saviour
Said, 'Let children come to me,'
And the little ones he folded
In his arms, how tenderly!"
"But the Saviour is in heaven,
And we cannot see him now;
We cannot receive his blessing,
In his presence cannot bow."
"Listen. In the holy Bible,
Jesus Christ tells every child
That the way to gain his blessing
Is by being good and mild."
"Here on earth you may not see him;
But when this short life is done,
You shall live with him forever
Where there is no setting sun.
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