THE CHILDREN’S SONG.

MERRILY sang the children, as their mother softly played; With eager, outstretched faces a pretty group they made; Their clear and bird-like voices ran loudly through the air, Till “Baby” heard the music, and crept from stair to stair, That she might join the singers, and in their gladness share. Dear, merry little warblers! I love to hear you, too; Your fresh, unworldly feelings, your hearts so fond and true, Give to your songs a sweetness that no other strains possess; They soothe the harassed spirit when troubles thickly press, And evoke the warm petition, “O God, our children bless!”