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328 BEECHING
The weapons that he made,
But in the tower at home still plied his ringing trade;
So like a sword the son shall roam
On nobler missions sent;
And as the smith remained at home
In peaceful turret pent,
So sits the while at home the mother well content.
Stevenson.
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PRAYERS
GOD who created me
Nimble and light of limb, In three elements free,
To run, to ride, to swim : Not when the sense is dim,
But now from the heart of joy, I would remember Him:
Take the thanks of a boy.
Jesu, King and Lord,
Whose are my foes to fight, Gird me with Thy sword
Swift and sharp and bright. Thee would I serve if I might;
And conquer if I can, From day-dawn till night,
Take the strength of a man.
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