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of the hills far more sweet than all;
from her home away?
Are they gone,
Mother. The lark, my child!
Ever, my child, be thy morning lays
Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise.
Mother. The dove, my son!
Ever, my son, be thou like the dove,
In friendship, as faithful, as constant in love!
Mother. The eagle, boy!
the eagle's flight ever be thine,
Mother. The swan my love!
Yet his sweetest note is the last he sings
Live so, my love, that when death shall come;
The Better Land.-MRS. HEMANS.
1. “I hear thee speak of a better land;
Thou call'st its children a happy band;
—“Not there, not there, my child!" 2. “Is it where the feathery palm trees rise,
And the dates grow ripe under sunny skies?
“Not there, not there, my child!" 3. “Is it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold,
—“Not there, not there, my child!"
It is there, it is there, my.child?"
The Orphan Child.-MRS. OPIE. 1. Stay, lady-stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale:
'Tis want that makes my cheeks so pale! Yet I was once a mother's pride,
And my brave father's hope and joy:
And I am now an orphan boy!
When news of Nelson's victory came,
To see the lighted windows flame!
She could not bear to see my joy!
And made me a poor orphan boy!
My mother, shuddering, closed her ears;
My mother answered with her tears!
Cried I, “ while others shout for joy!"
She called me her poor orphan boy! 4. “What is an orphan boy?" I said;
When suddenly she gasped for breath, And her eyes closed; I shrieked for aid:
But, ah! her eyes were closed in death!
But now no more a parent's joy;
LESSON 65. Man and Animals.--JANE TAYLOR. 1. Mr. Foster and his children, were walking one summer's evening, in what were familiarly called the high woods. A narrow path conducted them through the underwood, where straggling branches of the wild rose intercepted them at every step; the rich and variegated stems of the forest trees were illumined here and there in bright spots, by golden beams of the setting sun, which streamed through the interstices of the massy foliage.
2. Swarms of merry gnats danced in the open spaces of the wood; birds of every note sang, in uninterrupted gladness, amid its deep recesses; the nimble squirrel was observed occasionally leaping from bough to bough; and the timid eye of the wild rabbit was seen peeping from behind the roots of the trees, and then, swiftly disappearing, she escaped into her inaccessible fortresses.
3. How happy are young people, whose taste is raised to the enjoyment of these elevated and simple pleasures, and who find in their parents, intelligent friends, capable of cultivating this taste, of inspiring and guiding their love of knowledge, and of giving a right direction to both!
4. “I think,” said little Charles, “that if I were going to be changed into any thing else, I should like best to be a rabbit, and to live in the woods; they seem so happy and comfortable here!" “Can you tell me Charles,” said his father, “what is the greatest difference between you and a rabbit?” 'Why father,” said Charles, “we are as different as can be. Rabbits have long ears, and four legs, and are covered all over with soft hair."
5. “So far then,” said his father, the rabbit seems to have the advantage of you, it can run faster with four legs than you can with only two; and its long ears enable it to hear more acutely; and it has a warm dress,