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The Blind Boy's been at play Mother

A Child's Evening Prayer

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The Battle of the League

Cardinal Wolsey's Speech to Cromwell
The Psalm of Life

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MORNING HYMN.

Awake, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Redeem thy mis-spent moments past,

And live this day as if the last
Thy talents to improve take care,

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For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse (1) be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day, clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys

Thy secret thoughts, thy works, and ways.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part;

Who all night long unwearied (2) sing,
High glory to the Eternal King.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;

Praise him above, angelic host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

(1) Converse-Conversation. (2) Unwearied-Without being weary. This and the Evening Hymn should be early learnt and fre

quently repeated by the younger pupils.

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THE LITTLE STAR.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are;
Up above the world, so bright,
Like a diamond in the night.

In the cold blue sky you keep,
And often through my windows peep;
Then you show your little light,

And twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

GREEN.

What a glorious sight it is to look at the Heavens on a fine clear night! What thousands and thousands of stars do we not see on every side of us! And when we consider that Astronomers have told us that those stars are millions of miles distant from us, and are like worlds to our own, should we not lift up our hearts to that Great Being who created the world we live in,-that firmament studded with stars-and everything we see or know.

AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF.

How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day,
From every opening flower!

How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads her wax!
And labours hard to store it well

With the sweet food she makes.