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PETER PARLEY'S GEOGRAPHY.
THE world is round, and like a ball
Water and land upon the face
Of this round world we see ; The land is man's safe dwelling place, But ships sail on the sea.
Two mighty continents there are,
And mountains, hills, and valleys there,
The ocean, like the broad blue sky,
While seas, and lakes, and rivers lie
Around the earth on every side, Where hills and plains are spread, The various tribes of men abide, White, black, and copper red.
And animals and plants there be,
Of various name and form; And in the bosom of the sea All sorts of fishes swarm.
Geography goes high and low,
To set them forth and shew them, The more attention you bestow, The better you will know them.
THE LITTLE SHIP.
A LITTLE ship was on the sea,
When lo! a storm began to rise,
The wind blew loud and strong; It blew the clouds across the skies, It blew the waves along.
And all but one, were sore afraid
Master, we perish !-Master save!
They cried, their Master heard ; He rose, rebuked the wind and wave, And still'd them with a word.
He to the storm says, "Peace,-be still;" The raging billows cease,
The mighty winds obey his will,
And all are hushed to peace.
Oh! well we know it was the Lord,
I KNEW a little sickly child,
The long, long summer day, When all the world was green and bright,
Alone in bed he lay.
There used to come a little dove
Before his window small,
And sing to him with her sweet voice,
And when that sick child better grew,
And he was gentle in his speech,
And quiet in his play ;
He would not for the world have made
There is a holy Dove that sings
The Holy Spirit of our God,
That speaks his soul within,-
And he must hear that still small voice-
The Spirit great and wonderful,
He must be wise, and pure, and true,
For unresisted sin at last,
Will drive that Dove away.
WHO fed me from her gentle breast,
When sleep forsook my open eye,