,
And humbly raise our daily prayer.

2 And next, to her, who placed us here,
The path of knowledge to pursue,
(Oh! witness all we have--a tear!)
Our heartfelt gratitude is due.

3 Our parents, when they draw their breath,
In pain, and to the grave descend,
Shall smile upon the bed of death,
To think their children have a friend.

4 As slow our infant thoughts expand,
And life unfolds its opening road,
We still shall bless the bounteous hand
That kind protection first bestowed.

5 And still, with fervour we shall pray,
When she to distant scenes shall go;
That God, in blessing, might repay
The blessings which to her we owe!

* * * * *

EASTER DAY.

1 Who comes (my soul no longer doubt),
Rising from earth's wormy sod,
And whilst ten thousand angels sing,
Ascends--ascends to heaven, a God?

2 Saviour, Lord, I know thee now!
Mighty to redeem and save,
Such glory blazes on thy brow,
Which lights the darkness of the grave.

3 Saviour, Lord, the human soul,
Forgotten every sorrow here,
Shall thus, aspiring to its goal,
Triumph in its native sphere.

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CHRISTMAS HYMN.

1 Hark! angel voices from the sky
Proclaim a Saviour's birth;
Glory, they sing, to God on high,
Peace and goodwill on earth!

2 Catch the glad strain, ye seraphs bright!
The glorious tidings spread;
Wake, wake to wonder and to light,
The dark sleep of the dead!

3 Let the wide earth, from shore to shore,
One loud hosannah raise,
Glory to God, whom we adore,
Glory and hymns of praise!

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 192: The terrible soot cancer to which climbing boys are
subject.]

[Footnote 193: The late Mrs Montague, whose bounty, distributed on
May-day, to climbing boys, is so well known.]

SONG OF THE CID.[194]

1 The Cid is sitting, in martial state,
Within Valencia's wall;
And chiefs of high renown attend
The knightly festival.

2 Brave Alvar Fanez, and a troop
Of gallant men, were there;
And there came Donna Ximena,
His wife and daughters fair.

3 When the footpage bent on his knee,
What tidings brought he then?
Morocco's king is on the seas,