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"Were the sun''-s'When then, my child Were you the sun, what them" ''I would hot shine so warm and mild, Upon such wicked mens I'd wither up their budding grain

 When just it leaves the earth, And they should sow their seed in van, For never, never would deign

 To warm il into birth. s'Bat on the harvest of the good,

 I'd send both heat and dew, Til every young and caliow bud

 To golden fruitage grew. The flowers should spring around his door, Beneath my mellow rays, And if he were despised and poor, I'd fill with richest fruit his store, And bless him all his days. "Were the rain''-"When then, my child: We're you the rain. what them II ne'er would fall, so warm and mild. Upon such wicked men, I'd flood their fields till no, root

 Could find spot to cling And every yoRhg and tender shoot Should float beIore the careless foot, drehohed aud worthless thing. "Dear child. no; so doth God 6estow His blessings on mankind: He treats alike both friend and foe His love is unconhned. He sends his rain upon the just, .-~s Aed on the unjust two; Ths wicked in his love may trust, Nor are they from his boanties thrust For slithe wrong taey do. ''Yet, oh my child, how keen must be The pain in that mans heart, To whom, with generous hand and free. God doth his gifts inpart; Unless he strive, with esrnes; zeal, To bless the humai, race. And often al Gods feet doth kneel, To thank him for his daily weai,

 And piaise him for his gracesr'S