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When God made the dry land, there was nothing on it: it was bare. So God spake, and things grew out of the ground.

Trees came out of it; they were covered with green leaves of different shapes. Some were called oak trees, and some were called elm trees, and some beech trees. And some bore nice fruit, such as plum trees, apple trees, orange trees and fig trees.

Vegetables grew out of the earth; potatoes and beans, cabbages and lettuces: they are called vegetables.

Corn came out of it. Some corn is called wheat, and some corn is called barley, and some is called oats. The ears of corn bend down when they are ripe, and look yellow like gold.

God made the soft green grass to spring up, and flowers to grow among the grass: flowers of all colors, and of the sweetest smell. The yellow buttercup, the white lily, the blue violet, and the rose, the most beautiful of all flowers.

I have told you of five sorts of things that grow out of the earth:

1. Trees. 2. Vegetables. 3. Corn. 4. Grass. 5. Flowers.

The world looked very beautiful when it was covered with grass and trees. But only God and the angels saw its beauty.

Afterward God placed the sun in the sky, and bade it shine all day, and go from one end of the world to the other. God made the moon to shine at night, and he covered the sky with stars.

You never saw anything so bright as the sun. It is very large indeed, only it looks small, because it is a great way off. It cannot fall, for God holds it up. God makes it move across the sky. Did you ever hear this pretty verse about the sun?—

My God, who makes the sun to know

His proper hour to rise,

And to give light to all below,

Doth send him round the skies.

The moon does not shine as brightly as the sun, for God lets it be dark at night, that we may rest and sleep soundly.

Who could count the stars?—No one but God. He knows their names and their number too. When we look at the moon and stars, let us think, How great God is! Yet he cares for the little birds, and loves little children.

CHILD.

I saw the glorious sun arise

From yonder mountain gray;

And as he travel’d through the skies,

The darkness went away;

And all around me was so bright,

I wish’d it would be always light.

But when his shining course was done

The gentle moon drew nigh,

And stars came twinkling, one by one,

Upon the shady sky.

Who made the sun to shine so far,

The moon and every twinkling star?

MAMMA.

’Twas God, my child, who made them all

By his almighty skill;

He keeps them, that they do not fall,

And guides them as he will:

That glorious God who lives afar,

In heaven, beyond the highest star.