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SELECT POETRY

The common Lord of all that move,
From whom thy being flowed,

A portion of His boundless love
On that poor worm bestowed.

The sun, the moon, the stars, he made
For all his creatures free ;

And spread v’er earth the grassy blade,
For worms as well as thee.

Let them enjoy their little day,
Their humble bliss receive :

Oh! do not lightly take away
The life thou canst not give.

Gisborne.

 

THE YOUTHFUL KING.

SUJGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF EDWARD VI. IN

HIS ROYAL ROBES.

Mowarcg, pictured here in state,
Better honours far were thine
Than the grandeur of the great,
Than the jewels of the mine,
Born to govern and command,
Thou wast easy of control ;
With a sceptre in thy hand,
There was meekness in thy soul,
Of thy haughty father’s frown
Little on thy brow we trace,
And that little softened down
By simplicity and grace.