"I don't think heaven is in the moon;

It looks too pale and sad,
To be the dwelling-place of those
Whom Jesus maketh glad.
And beautiful as are the stars,
I think they seem too small
To hold the countless multitude
The Lord our God shall call.

"Sometimes I lie on yonder lawn
At quiet eventide,

And fancy chariots in the clouds,
Where happy angels ride;
And when my baby sister died,
Amid the tears that fell,

I thought of those bright fleecy skies,
And knew that all was well."

The mother drew her prattling child Still closer to her breast,

As in low and serious tones she spoke About the heavenly rest;

And told him that if now he walked In wisdom's narrow way,

That path would safely lead him on To everlasting day

THE HEATHEN CHILD'S SONG

She told him that the glorious world,

Of which he loved to hear,

Is far beyond the utmost reach

Of mortal eye or ear.

She told him how through Jesus Christ

His people entrance find;

He is the Door, the Way, the Life,
The Shepherd true and kind.

She told how Christ is all in all
To those in Him who trust,

And how He guides their spirits home,
And watches o'er their dust.

She told him how each little child
Is a subject of His care;

How He meetens them for better worlds,
And then removes them there.

THE HEATHEN CHILD'S SONG;

OR, COME OVER, AND HELP US."

WE gaze upon the beauteous earth,
With its trees and flowers fair;
We hear the gushing of its streams;
And we breathe its balmy air.

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We gaze upon the wondrous sky,
With its many stars and bright;
We see the glorious sun by day,
And the silvery moon by night.

But ever our lives are mournful,
And ever we fear to die;
For wicked are we and guilty,
And our souls in darkness lie.

We sigh for light, and peace, and hope;
But ever we sigh in vain!

Our gods of wood and stone are made,
And they never heed our pain.

We have heard of a land afar,
Beyond the billowy seas,

Where One true living God is known,
From whose presence darkness flees.

We have heard of a precious word,
He has given to children there,
Richer by far than ruby bright,
Or jewels that princes wear.

We have heard that it speaks of a Friend
Almighty to save from wo;

THE COLPORTEUR.

And a home of bliss beyond the

grave,

Where all that love HIM shall go.

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Would we were there, in that blessed land,
If Him we but there might find;
Or would He were here, with pity deep,
And a heart all vast and kind!

Oh! will not the happy children there
The leaves for our healing send,
That we their holy God may know,
And their Saviour make our Friend?

CHILD'S CABINET.

THE COLPORTEUR.

"OH! lady fair, these silks of mine
Are beautiful and rare—

The richest web of the Indian loom,
Which beauty's queen might wear:
And these pearls are pure as thine own fair neck,
With whose radiant light they vie;

I have brought them with me a weary way;
Will my gentle lady buy?"

And the lady smiled on the worn old man,

Through the dark and clustering curls Which veil'd her brow, as she bent to view His silk and glittering pearls.

And she placed their price in the old man's hand,

And lightly she turn'd away;

But she paused-at the wanderer's earnest call,

"My gentle lady, stay!

"Oh! lady fair, I have yet a gem,
Which a purer lustre flings

Than the diamond-flash of the jewell'd crown
On the lofty brow of kings;
A wonderful pearl of exceeding price,
Whose virtue shall not decay-
Whose light shall be as a spell to thee,
And a blessing on thy way!"

The lady glanced at the mirroring steel,
Where her form of grace was seen-

Where her eye shone clear, and her dark locks waved

Their clasping pearls between :