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“ 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."

Mackay.

89. — THE BLIND BOY.
O Say what is that thing called Light,

Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?

O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see,

You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he

Or make it day or night?

My day or night myself I make

Whene'er I sleep or play:
And could I ever keep awake,

With me 'twere always day.

With heavy sighs I often hear

You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear

A loss I ne'er can know.

Then let not what I cannot have

My cheer of mind destroy ;
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,

Although a poor blind boy.

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; Companions were shy, and acquaintance were cold, They gave me good counsel, but dreaded their gold. “Let them go," I exclaimed, “I've a friend at my side, " To lift me, and aid me, whatever betide." To trust to the world is to build on the sand: I'll trust but in Heaven and my good Right Hand.

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,
And darkest advisers looked bright as the sun;
I need them no more, as they all understand,
I thank thee, I trust thee, my good Right Hand !

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 !
Scatter her enemies,

And make them fall!

Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks ;
On Thee our hopes we fix;

God save us all!

Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour ;

Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing, with heart and voice,

God save the Queen! .

THE END.

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