His proper

hour to rise;

And, to give light to all below,

Doth send him round the skies:

When, from the chamber of the east, His morning race begins,

He never tires, nor stops to rest,

But round the world he shines.

So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business1 of the day;
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.

Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my days.
Ilas all been spent in vain!

I business (biz'ness), work.

TWINKLE, Twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not tell which way to go
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep;

For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star.

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PREFACE.

THIS collection of Simple Poems has been selected with the object of providing for the wants and capacities of the younger scholars in public and private Schools.

Great care has been taken to exclude anything of inferior worth, though this has not been held as a ground for withholding pieces whose very simplicity of thought and language are, themselves, merits.

The Compiler has been indebted to many sources, both English and American, and has been able to include some admirable pieces hitherto unknown in this country.