The angels give you joy, And guard you with their love, They watch you with their tender care Where’er your footsteps rove; They guide you o’er the shining way That leads to Heaven above. TO MY SISTER GENEVIEVE. I know a little maiden, So pure and sweet and fair, There’s roses in her smiling face And sunbeams in her hair; Her voice is soft and pleasant, And rings with notes of love; Her eyes are bright as starry gems That shine in heaven above. This happy little maiden Possesses jewels bright, With mines of wealth and splendor, Aflame with brilliant light; The wealth of priceless tenderness Affection’s soul imparts, The gems of love and kindness That shine from parent hearts. Her path is strewn with blossoms Of kindly smiles and words, That break in sweetest music, Like songs of summer birds, From those who dwell about her— Dear brothers, sister, true— And crown her life with gladness More sweet than morning dew. Oh, gentle little maiden, The angels love you well, And bless your life with holier joy Than human tongue can tell; They whisper to your spirit In accents pure and clear, “Be gentle, pure, and loving, For God has placed you here To bless the souls of mortals, And fill their hearts with love, To lead them o’er the starry heights To holier worlds above: He gives you words of kindness To scatter as you go Along the way that leads to heaven From earthly fields below.” GRANDMA’S PET. What a charming, nice old lady Sits in yonder easy-chair, Where the straying sunbeams wander O’er her locks of snow-white hair! Do you know that she is grandma To these little children three, Who are playing by the doorway In such merry, laughing glee?