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SELECTION OF POETRY
THE USE OF SCHOOLS.
Hope Street Schools, York.
THE EDUCATIONAL TRADING COMPANY, LIMITED.
BRISTOL 34, BRIDGE STREET.
THIS little book has been compiled by 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,'
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
And yet it was a lovely flower,
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 up it held its staring head,
And thrust it full in view.
Yet no attention did it win,
Although within its scarlet breast
From this may I a hint obtain,
AN EASY LESSON IN CHEMISTRY
SOME Water and Oil
One day had a broil,
As down in a glass they were dropping;
But continued to fight,
Without any prospect of stopping.
He jumped in the midst of the clashing,
And united with speed,
And Soap was created for washing.
ON DIFFERENCE OF COLOUR
GOD gave to Afric's sons
A brow of sablc dye,
And spreads the country of their birth
And with a cheek of olive, made
The little Hindoo child,
And darkly stained the forest tribe
That roam the western wild.
To me he gave a form
Of fairer whiter clay;
But am I therefore in his sight
Respected more than they?
No: 'tis the hue of deeds and thoughts
He traces in his book,
'Tis the complexion of the heart
On which he deigns to look.
Not by the tinted cheek,
That fades away so fast,
But by the colour of the soul
We shall be judged at last.
And God, the Judge, will look at me
With anger in his eyes,
If I my brother's darker brow
Should ever dare despise.
SPEAK gently, it is better far
To rule by love than fear;
Speak gently! let not harsh words mar
Speak gently to the little child,
Speak gently to the young, for they
Pass through this life as best they may,
Speak gently to the aged one,
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor,
Speak gently to the erring; know
Speak gently; 'tis a little thing
THERE is a flower, a little flower,
The prouder beauties of the field,
But this small flower to nature dear,
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,
To sultry August spreads its charms,
The purple heath, and golden broom,