3 'Tis the lesson nature teaches Brightest crowns e'en kings can wear; 208 Brother, these you "win to wear." EBENEZER ELLIOTT. The True Value of Wealth. To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her; And gather gear by every wile 209 W "Work for the Night is Coming." 2 Work, for the night is coming, Something to keep in store; When man works no more. BURNS. 3 Work, for the night is coming, See rosy tints are glowing, Fadeth to shine no more; Work while the night is darkening, When man's work is o'er. SIDNEY DYER. 210 "How Cheery are the Mariners" W cheery are the mariners, How Those lovers of the sea! Their hearts are like its yeasty waves, As bounding and as free. They whistle when the storm-bird wheels And sing, &c. 2 What care the mariners for gales? The vessel stout will ride it out, 3 With streamers down and canvass furled, The gallant hull will float Securely, as on inland lake A silken-tasselled boat. 4 God keep those cheery mariners, That sweep along the rocky coast Safe in the hollow of His hand, PARK BENJAMIN. 66 211 "OH 2 "A Thousand a Year." H! if I had a thousand a year, Gaffer Green, What a man should I be, and what things would I see, Oh! if I had a thousand a year, Gaffer Green, "The best wish you can make, take my word, Will not pay for the poorest man's cheer; But be honest and true, and say what you would do you had got a thousand a year, Robin Ruff, you had got a thousand a year?" If If I would do then, I cannot tell what, Gaffer Green, I would go to, I hardly know where ; I would scatter the chink, and leave others to think, While I lived on a thousand a year, Gaffer Green, While I lived on a thousand a year.' "And when you are aged and gray, Robin Ruff, And the day of your death should draw near, What, 'midst all your pains, would you do with your gains, If If you then had a thousand a year, Robin Ruff, 3 "I never can tell what you are at, Gaffer Green, But as other folks die, I suppose so must I." "What, and give up your thousand Ruff, What, and give up your a year, Robin There's a world that is better than this, Robin Ruff, And I hope in my heart you'll go there, Where the poor man's as great, though he'd here no estate, Aye, as if he'd a thousand a year, Robin Ruff, 212 NATIONAL SONGS. England! dear England! THERE'S a land, a dear land, where the rights of the free, Though firm as the earth, are as wide as the sea : Where the primroses bloom, and the nightingales sing, And the true honest man is as good as a king! England! wave-guarded and green to the shore, Thy land, my land, Glory be with her and peace evermore. 2 There's a land, a dear land, where the vigour of soul Fairest, rarest, Home of brave men and the girls they adore; Thy land, my land, Glory be with her and peace evermore. CHARLES MACKAY, 213 "The Homes of England." HE stately homes of England! Amidst their tall ancestral trees The deer across their greensward bound, And the swan glides past them with the sound 2 The merry homes of England! What gladsome looks of household love There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, 3 The cottage homes of England! They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks, 4 The free, fair homes of England! Where first the child's glad spirit loves 214 "Ring the Bell, Watchman." HIGH MRS. HEMANS. IGH in the belfry the old sexton stands, |