The Infant's Delight: Poetry by Anonymous
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They do not sow, nor reap the corn, Gar-ner nor barn have they; God gives them break-fast every morn, And feeds them through the day. And this we know; for in His Word, Where all His ways we read, We find that eve-ry lit-tle bird He cares for, and will feed. God loves each lit-tle bird; but still More ten-der is His care For chil-dren who o-bey His will, Than for the fowls of air. [Illustration: YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER FEEDETH THEM. MATT. vi. 26.] [Illustration: PLOUGH-ING.] PLOUGH-ING. The lit-tle birds by God are fed But man must earn his dai-ly bread, |
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