l-'iL'V/ER SONGS P S ■^ \o\\ AND OTHERS -it ALICE LOTHERINGTON Class i<^T5 22 GofijTightN" COF/RIGHT DEPOSIT. jflowet Songs anb ©tbets BY ALICE LOTHERINGTON M Author of * 'Tales Told in a Menagerie"; Contributor to '*Fifty Stories for Little Folks," etc. BOSTON SHERMAN, FRENCH <&• COMPANY 1914 Copyright^ 1914 Sherman, French & Company / NOV 30 1914'' ©CI.A387742 TO MY MOTHER CONTENTS PAGE Annunciation Hymn 1 Slumberland 2 Little Things 3 The Child's Home 5 Snowflakes 6 Arbor Day 7 We Learn by Doing 8 Why Sarah was not Promoted .... 9 Baby Sue H The Birds' Nests 12 Planting the Maple Tree 14< May Song 16 Thanksgiving Thoughts 17 November 18 Thanksgiving Day at Grandpa's ... 20 Seasons' Flowers .... ... 22 The Dandelion 23 Arbor Day 24 The Daisy 26 Spring Flowers 27 A Note to Santa Claus 28 Santa's Telephone Message 30 Clover 22 Winter 33 Jack Frost 34 The Raindrops S5 Sunbeams 36 The Sun's Children 37 The Raindrop Story 39 The Stars 41 The Moonbeams 42 Easter 44 Rest 45 ANNUNCIATION HYMN Swift from heaven's cloudless portals Sped the angel Gabriel, Sent by God to lowly maiden, Wondrous tidings her to tell. " Hail ! Thou blessed among women, Chosen mother of God's Son, Favor thou hast found in heaven; Fear not. Hail! Thou blessed one. " To thee will a son be given ; Jesus, thou shalt call His name. Of no end shall be His kingdom ; Over heaven and earth He'll reign. He shall be Son of the Highest ; God shall give Him David's throne; Jacob's house He'll rule forever. Hail ! Oh, hail ! Thou blessed one." [1] SLUMBERLAND See, the sun has gone to rest In the clouds far down the west, And each little star so bright Hangs aloft its tiny light. Under mother's wings so warm Sleep the chickies, safe from harm ; While in yonder cosy nest Little birdies go to rest. Little darling, take thy rest. Nestled close to mama's breast. Here, in mama's arms so warm, Sleep, my baby, safe from harm. Slowly o'er those eyes of brown Droop the snowy eyelids down ; See, the babe has joined the band. And is off to Slumberland. [2] LITTLE THINGS Despise not little things, my friend, But always give them heed. The flower that makes your garden bright Came from a tiny seed ; The mighty oak, which to and fro Its branches great will toss. Was but a little acorn once, Buried 'neath earth and moss. The rain, sent down from heaven above In most refreshing showers. Comes pattering gently, drop by drop. To thirsty grass and flowers ; The snow comes softly, flake by flake. In feathery forms so white. And over all the earth she throws A cover warm and light. The spire that reaches to the sky. Stone upon stone is laid ; The coral island in the sea By insects small is made. Of drops are formed the ocean's waves That beat upon the strand ; The shore that is by ocean washed, Is only grains of sand. Perhaps one little word from you May cause life to look bright, [8] A little act of kindness make A brother's burden light. A tear dropped for a sorrowing friend May help to heal and cheer, A smile will scatter sunshine On someone's path so drear. [4] THE CHILD'S HOME Far out beyond the dark blue sky, Beyond the stars that shine like gold, A home for little children lies. Built safe within the Shepherd's fold. The Shepherd gives them loving care. Guides them to living waters sweet ; And there, in pastures green and fair, He leads their tired little feet. And kindly to His gentle breast He folds them with a loving arm. So they may safely go to rest Away from sin and safe from harm. And your little ones await you There, safe within that fold above. Wait with joy to bid you welcome To that dear home of peace and love. [5] SNOWFLAKES Tiny little snowflakes Floating on the breeze ; Covering the bushes, Grasses, shrubs, and trees ; Powdering the fences ; Turning ground so white ; Making little children's Eyes dance with delight. Noiseless little snowflakes, While we sleep at night Coming down so softly All in dazzling white : Stealing through the shutter ; Melting on the pane ; Telling us that winter Has come once again. Useful little snowflakes, With your mantle white Cov'ring root and rootlet. Warm and out of sight Till the little bluebird Sings its merry lay. Telling us 'tis springtime, Winter's gone away. [6] ARBOR DAY Fair April came to Mother Earth, And brought her silvery showers. She whispered, " Come ! I bring the spring ; Wake up your buds and flowers ; Sweet snowdrops came with lengthening days And nestled 'neath the snow, While bluebird sang his greeting gay Almost a month ago. " Come, crocus, heartsease, tulip bright ; And haste, you violet blue; Come, come, you grasses, buds, and leaves ; We want you, daffy, too, — To scatter fields and woods and hills With leaves and blossoms gay, For don't 3rou know sweet May is near, And with her Arbor Day ? " More flowers, buds, and birds she'll bring With her this happy May, And children o'er the country wide Will gather Arbor Day To plant in garden, park, and lawn, Mid speech and songs so merry, The linden, maple, chestnut, oak. Pine, willow, ash and cherry." [7] WE LEARN BY DOING We learn by doing, little folks ; No matter what the work may be, Just try with all your might, and find How one by one your giants flee. Don't say, " I can't " before you try, But try and see Avhat you can do, For if you're helped by others, why, 'Tis others do the work, not you. See happy bird in yonder tree, How soft and warm he builds his nest ; He asks no help from you and me. But tries to do his very best. And if like birdies, little ones. Your very best you try to do, You'll find how easy will become The tasks that seem so hard to you. [8] WHY SARAH WAS NOT PROMOTED " Is this Greenpoint 1841 ? Please send your sister Sue To 'phone. Hello! Is that you, dear? I wish to talk to you. " I hear you are promoted, Sue ; You're now in the 8 B. Well, well ; the luck some people have Is wonderful to me. " What? Me? Oh, no ; I am left back ; In 8 A I remain. And do you know, 'tis all the fault Of horrid Miss McLain? " What's that? Not study, did you say? I have no time to breathe; It's spelling, grammar, 'rithmetic, From mom to dewy eve. " Oh, yes ; in class I often have A good time, and annoy My teacher. But ' all work no play Makes Jackie a dull boy.' " My lessons oft I do not know ; Home work I fail to do ; My, my, the fuss my teacher makes, — It really makes me blue. [9] " I stay at home? Yes, every chance That offers, don't you fear. But tell me why you wish to ask So many questions, dear? " What's that you say ? It serves me right In 8 A to remain. You horrid thing, I'll never 'phone Or speak to you again." [10] BABY SUE Have you seen our baby Sue, — With her laughing eyes so blue, Pretty mouth, cheeks rosy red, Golden curls o'er her small head? Dimpled fingers, little thumbs, — Hear her clap when papa comes ; See her playing peek-a-boo. Looking o'er her hands at you. You should hear her laugh and crow, Kick her feet and want to go, If she sees of hat a sight, — Going out is Sue's delight. Mama calls her " Darling Sue." Baby answers, " Goo, Goo, Goo." Mama's joy and papa's, too. Is our darling baby Sue. [11] THE BIRDS' NESTS The robin builds her tiny nest In yonder apple tree, And lines it with soft moss and grass, So nice and warm 'twill be. Sweet oriole, her nest she weaves. Which on a branch is hung, Where to and fro from morn till night She by the wind is swung. The chimney swallow makes her home In chimney tall and grim. And plasters it outside with mud To make it snug within. The tailor bird a seamstress is, A nest from leaves she makes ; Her needle is her bill, her thread From other leaves she takes. The skylark builds upon the ground Her nest of moss and hair. Where safe from harm the little birds Rest safe 'neath mother's care. The woodpecker, her nest she bores In any withered tree. The hole she makes with her long bill,- A carpenter is she? 'Tis God who teaches birds the art To build their nests so warm, [12] Where they may rest and sleep at night Quite safe from any harm. If God such care of birdies takes, What will He for you do Who all His little children are? He will take care of you. [18] PLANTING THE MAPLE TREE A GROUP of merry boys and girls Met one bright day in May To plant a tree deep in the ground, For it was Arbor Day. 'Mid merry laughter, song, and jest. They plant a maple tree. And leave it there in hopes that it A stately tree will be. God sent his rain and sun from heav'n To help that maple grow ; To keep its roots from cold and frost He sent in winter, snow. Time passed ; the maple spread its boughs, A resting place it made For man and beast to pause a while Beneath its grateful shade. Among the branches sighed the winds. The birds sang joyfully. While happy children often romped Beneath that maple tree. Come, boys; come, girls; and let us plant, 'Mid merry song and rhyme. The chestnut, willow, larch, and oak. Ash, maple, elm, and pine. [14] And though in after years to come We may be far away, The tree will stand to help mankind, We planted Arbor Day. tl5J MAY SONG Why do little birdies sing, Swinging in the trees? Why do lambkins skip and play, Happy, joyous, free? What's the song the rivulet Murmurs on its way ? Listen! Don't you hear it sing, "This is 'Merry May'"? In the garden nod the flowers. All in colors bright, — Bleeding heart and sweetest pinks. Dressed in red and white; Blossoms wave from shrub and tree. All so fresh and gay. Why does all the earth rejoice? Why? Because 'tis May. Daisies nestle in the grass, Clover decks the field ; Violets and daffodils Their sweet perfume yield; Sunbeams kiss both shrub and plant. Tell me, tell me, pray, Why does all the earth rejoice? Why? Because 'tis May. [16] THANKSGIVING THOUGHTS For all God's blessings, little ones, How thankful you should be, — For papa's, mama's, loving care. For friends and country, For food, for clothing, and for home. For sunshine and for rain. For flowers which make the world so bright, For fields of ripened grain, For merry birds on tree and bush Whose songs you love to hear, For snow that keeps the flowers warm All through the winter drear. For fruit and nuts now put away In storehouse and in bam That in the joyous harvest time Were gathered on the farm. And, oh ! Above all other things, You should so thankful be For health and senses to enjoy These blessings given thee. [17] NOVEMBER Old Father Time has brought again November, dark and drear: The chilly winds sigh mournfully; The grass is brown and sear; The frost unseen has come and touched The leaves with finger bold, And changed their dress of pretty green To crimson, brown, and gold. The birds have sought a warmer home; The flowers have gone to sleep. Except the gay chrysanthemum Which here and there you meet ; In leaden sky float dull gray clouds ; The leaves are scattered round; While nuts and acorns in the woods Are found upon the ground. The bee has gathered honey sweet; The ant has worked away To put into her storehouse food 'Gainst Winter's dreary day. The husbandman has filled his barns, From orchard, field, and plain. With mellow fruit, nuts, pearly corn And sheaves of ripened grain. Yes, seed and harvest time are pa^t ; Once more we come and raise [18] To God our joyful, happy hearts In thankful prayer and praise. In lowly cot, in stately hall, In church with lofty dome. Thanksgiving, praise, and prayer ascend To God for Harvest Home. [19] THANKSGIVING DAY AT GRANDPA'S Once more Thanksgiving Day has come. The grain is in the barn ; The golden pumpkin, ripened fruit, Are gathered from the farm. The young folks and the old folks, too. Are happy, bright, and gay, Who gather in dear grandpa's home To keep Thanksgiving Day. There's Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Louise, Dear Uncle Ned, Aunt Sue, Big Cousin Jack, sweet baby Tom, John, Harry, May, and Lou ; All seated round the festive board. The happy family meet ; With thankful hearts and loving words, They one another greet. All day the children laugh and romp, A merry band are they Who meet in grandpa's dear old home To keep Thanksgiving Day. And when the evening shades draw near, And sun sinks in the west, The family draw near the fire To have a chat and rest, Kind Aunt Louise brings nuts and cake. Oh ! What a pleasant time [20] Is spent in telling wondrous tales 'Mid laughter, song, and rhyme ; Then grandpa gently leads their thoughts To God, the King of Love, Who sends all blessings we enjoy. From heav'n. His home above. See ! Baby Tom begins to nod ; He's joined the sleepy band; Old Sand Man comes to carry off The rest to Slumberland. The wraps are brought ; farewells are said. " Dear children, hope and pray," Said grandpa, " that we all will meet On next Thanksgiving Day." [21] SEASONS' FLOWERS The joyous Spring will come to us And bring her flowers gay ; The snowdrop and the primrose fair She'll scatter on her way. With her she'll bring sweet violet, And pretty flag root blue, Meek daisy, crocus, bleeding heart, Cowslip, and tulip, too. Next balmy Summer comes to us. Her flowers bright to bring; Pinks, roses, lilies, columbine, Up at her touch will spring. Sweet pea, petunia, trumpet vine ; Larkspur, both pink and blue; While four o'clock she'll not forget. And morning glories, too. Then, after Summer Autumn comes, Ladened with flowers for you ; With asters, dahlias, marigolds. She will the garden strew. Chrysanthemums in colors gay Will in your garden nod, While over meadow, field, and plain, Will wave fair golden rod. [22] THE DANDELION When Spring her early blossoms strews O'er valley, field, and glade, Among the first comes dandelion, In yellow gown arrayed; All day she holds her bright face up, The sunbeams warm to greet, And when the sunbeams sink to rest She folds her petals neat. She grows among the grasses green, She nods beside the stream; O'er hillside, meadow, vale and plain, Her golden flow'rs are seen; The little children love to seek For dandelion fair, And make out of their slender stems, Chains for neck and hair. Soon dandelion her yellow gown Puts off for one of gray. Which little people love to blow To tell the time of day; The gentle breezes take this dress. Waft it o'er hill and plain ; It sinks from sight, but comes back soon To deck the fields again. [23] ARBOR DAY Spring to Earth Accept these offerings, Mother Earth, Which I lay at your feet, — March, April, May, I bring to you. All with their flowers sweet. MARCH The snowdrop, hid beneath the snow ; The pussy-willow, too ; The robin redbreast, gay bluebird, I bring, O Earth, to you. APRIL I bring to you, dear Mother Earth, The warm wind, and the showers That blow and patter merrily And call to life Spring flowers ; The daff'odil, the tulip gay, Crocus, and pansy fair. While creeping, creeping. Mother Earth, Come grasses everywhere. MAY And I, O Mother Earth, have come, My ofl'erings to bring; [24] Sweet blossoms of the month of May Up at my call do spring. Come, dandelion in yellow gown ; Come, modest violet blue. Come, buttercup and daisy meek ; I want you, sweet pink, too ; Come, trees, put on your leaves of green, Sweet blossoms, you appear. Hark ! Listen to the children sing That Arbor Day is here. SONG Hail to the Spring which brings to us The merry month of May, Which gives to us her blossoms sweet And also Arbor Day. We happy children bring our trees. Our shrubs, and flowers gay. To plant in garden, park, and lawn, To welcome Arbor Day. Hail ! Oh, hail ! To you, sweet month of May. You bring your trees, your shrubs, your flowers, And also Arbor Day. [25] THE DAISY In the wayside's scattered grass, Moss and hidden stone, With its pretty starlike flow'rs, Daisy grows alone. In the early morning hour Comes the sunbeam sweet, Gaily kisses daisy fair, Wakes her from her sleep. Sips the daisy of the dew Left upon the flowers. Drink for root and rootlet, too. In the morning hours. And when evening time appears Sunbeams go to rest, Daisy folds her petals white O'er her yellow breast. All night long in heaven bright stars Shine on daisy sweet, Who, amid the grasses, nods To and fro in sleep. [26] SPRING FLOWERS The gentle Spring has come again And brought her flowers sweet ; The crocus and the daff^odil Have wakened from their sleep ; The grass is springing from the ground, And buds on trees appear, While robin thrills its merry lay To tell us Spring is near. See yonder little dandelion. Shining so bright and fair Among its pretty leaves of green Amid the grasses there. O Dandelion in yellow gown, There nodding in the sun, You're telling all the little folks, " I'm here, and Spring has come." The buttercup in yonder field Holds petals to the sky That it may of the raindrops sip From showers passing by. And there, in yonder grassy nook, See violet so blue, Which says to every little child, " I've come with Springtime, too." [27] A NOTE TO SANTA CLAUS Upon a snowy Christmas eve The stockings hung in line ; Puss lay asleep upon the rug; The clock tick-tocked in rhyme; The pendulum swung to and fro ; The hands went round the face, And marked the minutes and the hours As they flew on apace. The clock had just struck out the hour And told the folks " All's well," When out upon the midnight clear Came merry sound of bell. Look ! Down the chimney, black and grim, Saint Nick and pack appear ; He one by one the stockings fills. Then cries, " What have we here? " For there, upon the mantle shelf, The last one in the row, Was hung a stocking, — oh, so big, — With note pinned to the toe. " What's this? " cried Santa with a laugh, " Shall I this note unpin? ' To Santa, from the North Pole.' Yes, yes ; I'll peep within." [28] And as he read his eyes grew bright ; He smiled and bobbed his head, For in that note pinned to the toe This brief request he read: " Dear Santa, will you kindly fill This stocking for the poor, And give us less this Christmas tide? Signed, Willie and Fred Moore." " Ho ! Ho ! " said Santa, with a smile, " Kind little folks live here ; This stocking will I fill to top With merry Christmas cheer; A happy Christmas will I leave To these dear boys, be sure. Who 'mid their joy did not forget A stocking for the poor." [29] SANTA'S TELEPHONE MESSAGE Hello! Yes, North Pole 181. You wish to speak to me? To tell Old Santa what you hope To find upon your tree? In Philadelphia, did you say? Upon the Delaware? You're sure I will no trouble have To drive my reindeer there. Ah ! Frankie Hudson is your name, Your age is eight plus three: Just hold the wire a moment, Frank, Till Conduct Book I see. Hello ! I find your record good ; Put on your cap and think Of all you want ; my clerk is here, Who'll write the list in ink. A bat, a ball, a punching bag, An engine run by gas, A bike, a book, — hold on, my boy ; You're talking much too fast. An aeroplane, a top, a sled, A pair of gloves, a tie; You hope I'll not forget to bring Some puppy cake for Sly. [30] What ! So you have a sister, too, Who wishes many things ; She wants a dress, a broom, a stove, A teaset and a ring. A doll that ope's and shuts her eyes, A tippet and a mufF. My, Frank, instead of stockings, leave A trunk to hold the stuff. By auto, aeroplane, or sled. On Xmas eve I'll come. Good-bye; the calls are coming fast For North Pole 181. [31] CLOVER Pretty clover red and white, Nodding in the sunshine bright, All among the grasses fair. Giving perfume to the air. Honey bee loves clover gay, Which she visits day by day, For nice honey sweet to sup From the tiny clover's cup. [32] WINTER Here comes old Winter, cold and grim, With his coat of snowflakes white, With breath so cold he brings a chill. With his beard of ice so bright. His coat he gives a hearty shake. And covers the earth with white ; On lake and stream he blows his breath. Which he turns to ice so bright. Oh, how the boys and girls hurrah When he shakes his coat of snow ; They know there's lots of fun for them. And away for sleds they go. Besides, old Winter always brings St. Nicholas kind, you know, With merry Christmas and good cheer To the people here below. [33] JACK FROST Who makes our Tommy's nose so red? Nips his hands if he draws his sled? Bites his toes when he goes to bed ? Jack Frost. Who paints his cheeks and nips his ears? Who from his eyes draws big round tears? Who comes to see us every year? Jack Frost. Who covers window panes at night With picture castles all in white, But always keeps quite out of sight? Jack Frost. Who spreads the walk with ice like glass, O'er which our Tommy has to pass? Who chains the ponds so hard and fast? Jack Frost. Whom do the boys all love to greet As he comes creeping down the street? They know his coming means a treat. Jack Frost. And who skips up the chimney wide To find a place in which to hide When we sit round the fireside Jack Frost. [34] THE RAINDROPS Hear the falling raindrops Patter on the ground, — Merry, dancing raindrops, From the sky sent down To refresh the flowers, Trees, and shrubs, and grain ; Oh, we should be thankful For the merry rain. Pattering on the sidewalk. Splashing on the pane. Hear it on the roof top, — Merry, merry rain. Making fresh the grasses. Helping springs to fill So the rushing river Can turn watermill. Yes, you useful raindrops. Coming from the sky. Harbingers of plenty Sent by God on high. How I love to see you Splash upon the pane. Hear your merry patter, — Pleasant, tuneful rain. [35] SUNBEAMS See the merry sunbeams, Dancing on the grass, Kissing shrub and flower As they quickly pass, Lighting up dark comers. Making them so bright, Going hither, thither. Bringing warmth and light. Dancing for the baby On the nurs'ry wall. How he often wonders Why they never fall; Then to field and meadow See them speed away. Spreading joy and gladness, Making bright the day. Happy little sunbeams, ^lay I be like thee. Bringing life and gladness Where I chance to be. Doing deeds of kindness, Loving, gentle, free; Yes, dear little sunbeams. May I be like thee. [36] THE SUN'S CHILDREN Father Sun in his bed one morning awoke ; He peeped o'er the edge; to his children thus spoke : " Come, come, merry sunbeams, wake up and away, You in your snug cradle must no longer stay ; There's work for you all in the day just begun. Awake, little sunbeams ; 3^our father says. " Go ; speed over mountain, hill, valley, and plain. And tell all the people that morn's come again ; Then off on the tip of a cloud you must go. Wake bird, tree, and flower on earth there below. Oh, yes; there is work in the day just begun; Wake up, little sunbeams, dear sunbeams, come, Up jumped little sunbeams and hastened away, All dancing and prancing so happy were they, To wake up the flowers, the birds, and the trees, The ants, the gay flies, and the sweet honey bees. The sunbeams were busy now day had begun. As bird, bee, and blossom they kissed one by one. [37] They sped to a bed of sweet violets blue, All dancing and prancing and kissing them, too ; Then off to a daisy that slept 'neath a wall, — They touched her white petals and gaily did call, " Wake, wake, little daisy ; the day has begun ! It is time to awake ; the sunbeams say, ' Come.' " All day the dear sunbeams were happy and bright. And whatever they did, they did with their might, Until Father Sun called his sunbeams to rest, And put them to sleep on the clouds in the west. For work of the day they had very well done. So to bed and to rest he bade sunbeams to come. [88] THE RAINDROP STORY A RAINDROP, coming from the sky, Upon a flower fell, And to the modest little plant This story it did tell: " My home, sweet flower, was in the ground, Down deep in Mother Earth, Where there, with many drops like me, A spring was given birth. " Then over rocks, down mountain side. The spring its slow way took. Trickling o'er pebbles, fern, and moss. To join a noisy brook. " The brook to river swiftly sped, And did not stop to play, For to its home in ocean deep It had to haste away. " And when upon the ocean's breast The raindrops thought to rest, A sunbeam came from Father Sun And brought them this request: " ' Dear raindrops, come to Cloudland, please ; Come up the ladder bright Which out of sunbeams has been formed To take you to that height.' [39] " Away to Cloudland raindrops sped At call of Father Sun, Who, in refreshing showers, to earth Sent raindrops one by one." [40] THE STARS When the sun sinks in the west And the lambkins go to rest, One by one the stars appear, Twinkling in the sky so clear; Peeping with its little eye In the river running by ; Seeing each its face so fair. Shining like a diamond there ; Twinkling in the heavens bright ; Giving out its tiny light; Keeping watch o'er baby sweet As in bed he lies asleep. All night long in the blue sky Shines each star with gleaming eye, Giving forth its golden light. Helping make the sky so bright. [41] THE MOONBEAMS O LOVELY moon, so clear and bright, Hung in the sky above. Are you a silver messenger To tell us of God's love, How, when at eve the glorious sun Sinks slowly to his bed, God hangs you in the sky so blue. Your silver light to shed? You paint the night scenes with a skill, A touch almost divine; Your colors are of silver sheen, Spoiled not by tide nor time. You turn the laughing rivulet To silver on your way; The billows of the ocean grand You changed to gleaming spray. And oft you soothe the weary ones With beauty calm and bright. And make them think of heaven above, Where there is never night. And when into the west you sink. Your nightly mission o'er. We feel as if a messenger Had come from heaven's shore. [42] We feel as if you had been sent To cheer the weak and worn With thoughts of love, and words of hope And peace for those who mourn. [43] EASTER God sent an angel at the dawn To where the Saviour lay, And bade Him from the sepulchre The stone to roll away. Christ rose that blessed Easter mom Out of the grave so drear, Flung open wide the gates of death. Took from the tomb all fear. Christ gave His precious life for us, And on the cross He died. That He might burst the powers of hell And open heaven wide. O grave, where is thy victory now ; O Death, where now thy sting? Christ vanquished both that Easter morn When He arose, our King. [44f] REST O MY brother, are you weary, Tired of this world below; Do you long for rest and quiet. Far from trouble, care, and woe? Do the cares of life oppress you? Are your burdens hard to bear? Jesus said, " Come, all ye weary, And I will your burdens share." Do the cruel pains of sickness Rack your body frail and weak? Cast your pains and ills on Jesus, For He told you Him to seek. When by Galilee's calm waters, Said He to laden and oppressed, " Come to me, all ye a-weary ; Come, and I will give you rest." [45]