Thine ear hath caught the heavenly melodies;—

So be it mine, with reverent touch, to-day,

On thy fair head this diadem to lay,

And crown thee Queen immortal for the skies!

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[Pg 19]

 WHO IS SUFFICIENT?

Six-and-thirty little mortals

Coming to be taught;

And mine that most "delightful task

To rear the tender thought."

Merry, mischief-loving children,

Thoughtless, glad and gay,

Loving lessons—"just a little,"

Dearly loving play.

Six-and-thirty souls immortal,

Coming to be fed;

Needing "food convenient for them,"

As their daily bread.

Bright and happy little children,

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