He who sees the sparrows fall
Made us and supports us all;
God is there!

When the youthful knee is bent,
And to heaven is humbly sent
Grateful prayer,--
Bending from his throne above
Full of tenderness and love
God is there!

Though his arm sustains the spheres
'Tis the sweetest sound he hears--
Child-like prayer;
Seek then oft the peaceful shade:
There our Blessed Saviour prayed--
God is there!




THE CANADIAN FARMER.


How beautiful thou art, my native stream!
Art thou not worthy of a poet's theme?
The Po and Tiber live in ancient lays,
And smaller streams have had their need of praise,
Art thou less lovely? True, in classic lore
Thou art unknown, and on thy quiet shore