POETRY.

1. What-ev-er brawls dis-turb the street, There should be peace at home: Where sis-ters dwell, and bro-thers meet Quar-rels should nev-er come. 2. Birds in their lit-tle nests a-gree; And ’tis a shame-ful sight When chil-dren of one fam-i-ly Fall out, and chide, and fight. 3. The wise will make their an-ger cool, At least be-fore ’tis night; But in the bo-som of a fool It burns till morn-ing light. 4. Par-don, O Lord, our child-ish rage, Our lit-tle brawls re-move, That, as we grow to ri-per age, Our hearts may all be love.