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Morning Hymn
The Little Star
Against Idleness and Mischief
My Mother
The Use of Flowers ...
Against Quarrelling and Fighting
Gratitude to God ...
The Daisy ... ...
The First Grief
An Evening Hymn
It is a Pleasant Day ...
An Enquiry
A Hymn
We are Seven ... ...
The Truth ... ...
The Blind Boy's been at play Mother
A Child's Evening Prayer
Lucy Gray ... ...
The Better Land ...
The Universal Prayer ...
The Cuckoo ... ...
Those Evening Bells ...
The wandering Boy
Humility ...

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The Homes of England ...
Slavery .. .. ...
Birds of Passage ...
Burial of Sir John Moore...
The Patriot ...
Prayer ... ..
The Rainbow ... ...
Gelert ... ...
The Stormy Petrel ...
The Sunbeam ...
The Death of the Flowers ...
The Crucifixion ... ...
The Mariners of England ...
The Nightingale and Glow-worm
The Alps at Day-break
The Wood... ...
Hymn to the Brave ...
The Inchcape Bell
The Power of God ...
Birds .. ..
The Chameleon ..

Christmas Hymn
To a Skylark .. ..
The Glory of the Creator..
Destruction of the Assyrians
The Wounded Eagle ..
The Village Preacher.. .. .. ..
The Battle of the League. .. ..
Cardinal Wolsey's Speech to Cromwell
The Psalm of Life

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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,

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. I (2) Unwearied—Without being weary.

This and the Evening Hymn should be early learnt and frequently repeated by the younger pupils.


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.


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.

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