|THE INFANT CLASS. -- WRITTEN IN SCHOOL.|
This , my youngest class in school,
Is what I do admire;
Their sweetest, ever perfect praise,
Their eyes as sparkling fire.
How oft I've blessed them in my heart,
Besuoght that every grace
And consolation, might there dwell,
To cheer each youthful face.
I love them all as children each,
How happy they appear:
O, may no dull unclouded path,
Make happiness to fear.
How sweet their prayerful voices join,
To say what I do teach:
Their infant voices, how adorn'd,
How full of music each.
When out of school, how oft I think
Of these, my little ones,
But when in school, how glances all,
They shine like many suns.
They gather round me, one by one,
Like darlings to be taught;
Ah, there behold my orphan dear,
For me she now has sought.
Dearest, we soon must say farewell,
May God your steps approve,
If then on earth we no more meet,
Or nev'er do this course more greet,
May we in Christ e'er move.