"Thy mealy cap is worth my crown,— "Thy mill my kingdom's fee! "Such men as thou art England's boast, "O miller of the Dee." 89. THE BLIND BOY. O SAY what is that thing called Light, You talk of wondrous things you see, My day or night myself I make With heavy sighs I often hear Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy; Mackay. Cibber. 90.-MY GOOD RIGHT HAND. I FELL into grief, and began to complain; I looked for a friend, but I sought him in vain; To trust to the world is to build on the sand:- My courage revived, in my fortune's despite, And my hand was as strong as my spirit was light; It raised me from sorrow, it saved me from pain; It fed me, and clad me, again and again. The friends who had left me came back every one, Mackay. 91. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. God save our noble Queen! Long live our gracious Queen! GOD save the Queen! Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us ; GOD save the Queen! O LORD our God, arise! And make them fall! Confound their politics, Thy choicest gifts in store, May she defend our laws, To sing, with heart and voice, THE END. PRINTED BY C. CULL, HOUGHTON STREET, STRAND. |