"Keep still, Rose. Here comes the old bird with a worm in her bill. How
hard she must work to feed them all!"



LESSON LVIII.

fallin'g counts woes nigh be gun' griefs

stars tear morn'ing Lord each joys


[Illustration: Script Exercise:

When the stars at set of sun
Watch you from on high
When the morning has begun
Think the Lord is nigh.

All you do and all you say,
He can see and hear:
When you work and when you play,
Think the Lord is near.

All your joys and griefs He knows
Counts each falling tear.
When to Him you tell your woes,
Know the Lord is near.
]