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There woman's voice flows forth in song,
Or childish tale is told,
Some glorious page of old.
3. The blessed homes of England !
How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness
That breathes from Sabbath hours ! Solemn, yet sweet, the church-bells' chime
Floats through their woods at morn; All other sounds, in that still time,
Of breeze and leaf are born.
4. The cottage homes of England !
By thousands on her plains, They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks,
And round the hamlet fanes. Through glowing orchards forth they peep,
Each from its nook of leaves; And fearless there the lowly sleep,
As the birds beneath their eaves.
5. The free, fair homes of England !
Long, long in hut and hall
To guard each hallowed wall !
And bright the flowery sod,
Its country and its God!
An.ces-tral, old, belonging to
former times and people.
By a little window stood,
“Ah! if I were but good !”
2. “Not very, very good,” she thought,
“Like dear Cousin Jane who died ; But only patient, true and kind,
And free from wicked pride.
for that at first,” she said.
To be very good by-and-bye.”
4. Then upward rose the little prayer ;
So earnestly it went,
Was filled with a sweet content.
5. And, standing there on the little bench,
She looked up into the sky:
“And better yet by-and-bye.” Con-tent', calmness of mind and Pa'tient, not murmuring, but heart.
content under trouble. Cous'-in, the son or daughter of Pride, thinking too highly of an uncle or aunt.
VII.--THE ORPHAN BOY.
And hear a helpless orphan's tale!
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale.
I. R. III.
2. Yet I was once a mother's pride,
And my brave father's hope and joy; But in the Nile's proud fight he died
And I am now an orphan boy!
3. Poor foolish child-how pleased was I,
When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly,
And see the lighted windows flame!
4. To force me home my mother sought,
She could not bear to see my joy;
And made me a poor orphan boy.
5. The people's shouts were long and loud;
My mother, shuddering, closed her ears; “Rejoice! rejoice!” still cried the crowd, -
My mother answered with her tears.
6. “Why are you crying so,” said I,
“While others laugh and shout for joy ?” She kissed me, and with such a sigh,
She called me her poor orphan boy!
7. " What is an orphan boy?" I said,
When suddenly she gasped for breath, And her eyes closed-1 shrieked for aid,
But, ah! her eyes were closed in death!
8. My hardships since I will not tell;
But now no more a parent's joy, Ah! lady, I have learned too well
What 'tis to be an orphan boy!
Nile's proud fight, battle of the Nile, fought in 1798.
2. Many things seem hard at first,
And first attempts may be the worst.
3. But nothing that has merit in it
Can be done in one short minute. 4. This is as true of boys as men;
So weary not, but TRY AGAIN.
5. All of us have need to mend
Much, before we reach the end.
6. And none are ever like to win,
Who tire before they well begin. 7. Knowledge comes not without learning,
Nor wages, until first the earning. 8. Never mind your trouble, then ;
But persevere, and Try Again.
9. No earnest effort is in vain
To one who tries, and Tries Again.
10. Try again, and so you may
Grow wiser, better, every day.
Spend them well in DOING, TRYING.
Per-se-vere', go on trying.
In wood, and field, and glen ;
Of town-imprisoned men.
2. I love it when it streameth in
The humble cottage door,
Upon the red-brick floor.
3. I love it where the children lie
Deep in the clovery grass,
The gold-green beetle pass.
4. I love it on the breezy sea,
To glance on sail and oar,
Come leaping to the shore.
5. I love it on the mountain-tops,
Where lies the thawless snow;
Lies stretching out below.