"i Am Papa's."

Como, Lily, be my :Oe girl. And love me every day, And I will give yon prctty bifds, And toys with which lo ilay. She glanced up with lier sweet grey eyes, And looked into my face; A look of innocent surprise, Then said vrith modest grace - I am papa's, and even in play I oaimut give myself away. Bnt ttiink, I urged, how maiiy tliings 111 give y ou 1Í you will. A garden fuil of rarest flowers, Whero you may piek your fill. A smile piayed on her dimpled face, But yet she answered low - Though dearly 1 do lovesweet flowers, I'm sure 1 cannot go, I am papa's, and even in play 1 eamiot give myself away. A little pony yon shall have, AVïtli saddle of the brishteflt red: And every day witli grass ami oota He shall by your oira hand be fed. Her blight eyea sparkled - I sliould liko To lide that pony very much, To feed him all myself, ubd find He was obedient to my touch ; But I am papa's, and even in play I cannot give myself away. De;tr child, I criod, andelasped her tight, I'm glad you love your fr.ther so, But tliere is oxe w.Jiom twould bs right To love even dearer still, you kuow He gives you all your daily fond, Your niany pleasures, too, He gives ; He pave that loving fatl'er good, 'Tis due to God that hts still livea. Dear child, oh ! may you ever say, I am God's child, and Him obey.