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the people | 7 which | thou hast re | deemed: || thou hast guided them | 7 in thy | strength | 7 unto thy | holy | habi | tation. || | 1 The people shall | hear, and be a | fraid: || sorrow | 1 shall take | hold 7 on the inhabitants of Palestina. || | Then the Dukes of | Edom | 7 shall be a | mazed; || 7 the | mighty | men of | Moab, || trembling | 1 shall take | hold up on them: || all the inhabitants | 7 of Canaan | 1 shall | melt away. ||| Fear and | dread | 7 shall fall up on them; || 7 by the greatness of thine | arm | they shall be as still | 7 as a stone; | 7 till thy | people | pass | over, | 1 which thou hast | purchased. ||| Thou shalt | bring 1 them | in, | 7 and | plant them | 7 in the mountain

7 of thine inheritance, | 7 in the | place, |O| Lord, 7 which | thou hast | made | 7 for | thee to dwell in ; | 7 in the | sanctuary, |O| Lord, |7 which thy hands 7 have established. ||| 1 Je | hovah | 1 shall reign 7 for | ever | 7 and | ever. |]]

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7 There came to the | beach | 7 a poor | exile of |

Erin,

7 The dew on his | thin | robe | 7 was | heavy and |

chill; ||

1 For his country he | sighed, 7 when at twilight

repairing,

1 To wander a lone | 7 by the wind-beaten |

hill. |||

1 But the day-star | 7 at | tracted his eye's sad de | votion;

1 For it rose | 7 on his own native | isle of the |

ocean,

7 Where once | 7 in the | fervor of | youth's warın

emotion |

7 He sung the bold | anthem | 1 of | Erin go

bragh. |||

Sad is my fate! | 7 (said the heart- | broken | stran

ger) |

7 The wild-deer and wolf | 1 to a covert can

flee,

1 But I have no refuge | 1 from | famine and |

danger,

1 A home, and a country | 7 re | main not to

me. |||

Never a gain 7 in the green | sunny | bowers | 1 Where my forefathers | liv'd | 7 shall I spend the sweet hours |

1 Or | cover my harp | 7 with the wild woven |

flowers |

7 And strike to the numbers | 7 of Erin go bragh. ||| 7

Erin! my country! | 1 though | sad and for |

saken,

1 In dreams 7 I re | visit thy | sea-beaten | shore: | 1 But alas! | 7 in a | far foreign | land I a | waken,| 1 And sigh for the friends | 7 that can meet me no more. || |

Oh! cruel fate! | 7 wilt thou | never re | place me | 7 In a mansion of peace, | 7 where no perils can chase me? |

| Never again shall my | brothers em | brace me, || 7 They died to defend me, | 7 or | live to de 1

plore. |||

Where is my cabin door, | fast by the wild |

wood? |

Sisters and sire, | 7 did ye | weep for its | fall?||| Where is the mother that looked on my childhood?|||

1 And where is the bosom- | friend, | dearer than | all? | | |

Ah! 7 my sad | soul, | long abandoned by | pleasure, ||

Why did it | doat on a | fast-fading | treasure? ||| Tears, 7 like the | rain-drops | 7 may | fall without | measure,

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7 But | rapture and | beauty | 7 they | cannot re | call. ||| Yet 7 all its fond | 7 recollections suppressing | า | One | dying wish | 7 my | lone | bosom shall | draw.

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exile | 7 be | queaths thee his | blessing | forefathers! || Erin go | bragh! || cold, | 7 when my heart | stills her |

| Green be thy | fields | sweetest | isle of the | ocean | 7 And thy harp-striking | bards | sing aloud with devotion

Erin 7 ma vournin! | Erin | go | bragh. |||

EXERCISE V.

LUCY.--Wordsworth.

Three years 7 she | grew, 7 in | sun and shower,

Then nature | said, | 7a | lovelier | flower | 1 On | earth | 7 was | never | sown: ||

This child | I to my self | 7 will | take; | | She shall be

mine, || and I will | make |

7 A lady | 7 of my

7 My self will to my

own. |||

darling || be, │

1 Both | law and | impulse: || 7 and with | me |

7 The | girl | 7 in | rock | 7 and | plain, |

7 In | earth and | heaven, | 7 in | glade and | bower, | 7 Shall | feel | 7 an | over | seeing | power | 7 To | kindle | 7 and re | strain. |||

She shall be sportive | 7 as the | fawn |

1 That wild with glee | 7 a cross the | lawn |
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7 Or | up the mountain || springs; ||

7 And hers | 7 shall be the | breathing | balm, |
7 And hers 7 the | silence | 7 and the | calm |
1 Of mute in sensate | things. |||

7 The floating | clouds | 7 their | state shall | lend | 1 To her; 7 for | her | 7 the | willow | bend ; | | Nor shall she | fail to see, |

Even in the motions | 7 of the | storm |

Grace 7 that shall | mould | 7 the | maiden's | form,| 7 By silent sympathy. ||

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| 7 The stars of | midnight | 7 shall be | dear |

7 To her; and she shall | lean her | ear |

7 In many a secret | place, |

7 Where rivulets | dance their wayward | round ; || 7 And beauty, || born of | murmuring | sound, | 1 Shall pass into her | face. |||

7 And | vital | feelings of de | light |

7 Shall | rear her | form | 7 to | stately | height; 1 Her virgin bosom | swell; ||

Such thoughts 7 to | Lucy | 7 I will | give, | 7 While she and | I | 7 to gether | live | Here in this happy | dell.'|||

Thus | Nature | spake. || 7 The work | 7 was | done. |||

me |

1 How soon 7 my | Lucy's race | 7 was run ! 7 She died, || and | left to 7 This | heath, | 7 this | calm and | 7 The memory of what has

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quiet | scene; | been, |

| 1 And never | more will be. |||

EXERCISE VI.

PAPER.-A CONVERSATIONAL PLEASANTRY.

Dr. Franklin.

Some wit of old, | | such | wits of old there | were,

7 Whose hints | 7 showed | meaning, | 1 whose

allusions | care, ||

1 By one brave | stroke | 7 to | mark all | human |

kind,

Called | clear | blank | paper | every | infant | mind; || |

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