I WILL BE GOOD TO-DAY. "I will be good, dear mother," I heard a sweet child say, "I will be good,--now watch me! I will be good all day." She lifted up her bright young eyes, With a soft and pleasing smile; Then a mother's kiss was on her lips; So pure and free from guile. And when night came, that little one, In kneeling down to pray, Said, in a soft and whispering tone, "Have I been good to-day?" Oh, many, many bitter tears 'Twould save us, did we say, Like that dear child, with earnest heart, "I will be good to-day." I'LL DO WHAT I CAN. I may, if I have but a mind, Do good in many ways; Plenty to do, the young may find, In these our busy days. Sad would it be, though young and small, If I were of no use at all. One gentle word that I may speak, Or one kind loving deed, May, though a trifle, poor and weak, Prove like a tiny seed; And who can tell what good may spring From such a very little thing? Then let me try, each day and hour, To act upon this plan; What little good is in my power, To do it while I can: If to be useful thus I try, I may do better by and by. TIME TO ARISE. Come, little sister, 'tis time to arise, The sun has arisen to brighten the skies; Every bird is singing high,-- Birds are glad, and so am I. Merrily, merrily, those in the tree, Bluebird and Robin, are singing to me; Round the window see them fly,-- Birds are glad, and so am I. Glad little robin, you never can know Who is the Maker who fashioned you so; Yet you cannot weep nor sigh,-- Birds are glad, and so am I. He who created the birds of the air, Surely will keep me from trouble and care; He has taught the birds to fly,-- Birds are glad, and so am I. DIVINE GUIDANCE. O Thou, who hast at Thy command, The hearts of all men in Thy hand! Our wayward, erring hearts incline To know no other will but Thine. Our wishes, our desires control; Mould every purpose of the soul; O'er all may we victorious be, That stands between ourselves and Thee. Thrice blest will all our blessings be, When we can look through them to Thee; When each glad heart its tribute pays Of love, and gratitude, and praise. INDUSTRY. Up, be doing, little children: Up, be doing, while 'tis day; Do the work the Master gives you, Do not loiter by the way: For we all have work before us, Thou, my child, as well as I; Let us seek to learn our duty, And perform it cheerfully. Be up and doing, little children, Gentle be, and ever kind; Helpful to your loving mothers, E'en their slightest wishes mind. Let your little playmates love you, For your care and gentle play; And the feeble and more wilful, Help them by your kindly way. "PRAYER IS THE SOUL'S SINCERE DESIRE."