Though man a thinking being is defined

Oh that it were my chief delight To do the things I ought! Then let me try with all my might To mind what I am taught.

Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires.

I thank the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me in these Christian days, A happy English child.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!

Are we not children, all of us?

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.