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SELECTION OF POETRY
THE USE OF SCHOOLS.
WILLIAM O S B O Rfeii-^-
Hope Street Schools, York.
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This little book has been compiled by a teacher, who has long felt the want of a cheap and well-selected collection of poems for use in his own school. Preference has been given to those pieces which appeared most calculated to instil correct sentiments and promote sound moral development. The poems are not put in chronological order, but are arranged in the way in which experience has shown they should be read or committed to memory.
Down in a green and shady bed,'
A modest violet grew,
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Yet there it was content to bloom,
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Then let me to the valley go,
That I may also learn to grow
High on a bright and sunny bed
A scarlet poppy grew,
And thrust it full in view.
Yet no attention did it win,
By all these efforts made,
In some retired shade.
No sweet perfume was found, It seemed to think itself the best
Of all the flowers a.ound.
From this may I a hint obtain,
And take great care indeed, Lest I appear as pert and vain
As does this gaudy weed.
AN EASY LESSON IN CHEMISTRY
Some Water and Oil
And would not unite,
But continued to fight, Without any prospect of stopping.
Some Pearlash o'erheard,
And quick as a word,
When all three agreed,
And united with speed,
ON DIFFERENCE OF COLOUR
God gave to Afric's sons
A brow of sable dye,
Beneath a burning sky;
The little Hindoo child,
That roam the western wild.
To me he gave a form
Of fairer whiter clay;
Respected more than they?
He traces in his book,
On which he deigns to look.
Not by the tinted cheek,
That fades away so fast,
We shall be judged at last.
With anger in his eyes,
Should ever dare despise. Mrs. OIGoUrNEY.
Speak gently, it is better far
To rule by love than fear;
The good we might do here.
Speak gently to the little child,
His love be sure to gain;
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear;
"Tis full of anxious care!
, Speak gently to the aged one,
The sands of life are nearly run,
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor,
Let no harsh tones be heard;
Without an unkind word.
Speak gently to the erring ; know
Perchance unkindness made them so,
Speak gently; 'tis a little thing
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
There is a flower, a little flower,
That welcomes every changing hour,
The prouder beauties of the field,
In gay but quick succession shine;
They flourish and decline-
While moon and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year,
Companion of the sun.
It smiles upon the lap of May,
Lights pale October on its way,
The purple heath, and golden broom,