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 In grave-yard green may now be seen O'er Johnnie's grave a stone, And letters fair engraven there His name and age make known.

GOD, THE GREAT CREATOR.

"Dear mother," one morning a little boy said, "Pray tell me by whom this fine country was made; At home in our town, where the houses are thick, I know how they make them of timber and brick.

"I have seen how the mason and carpenter, too, With trowel and hammer their labors pursue; But not half so fine do their works all appear As doth the fair covering that's everywhere here.

"How lovely this grass with the flowers so sweet! Nor do I remember a house in the street So high as that tree where the little bird sings; Did God, dearest mother, make all these fine things."