HENRY CHARLES BEECHING

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.

Spirit of Love and Truth,

Breathing in grosser clay, The light and flame of youth,

Delight of men in the fray, Wisdom in strength's decay;

From pain, strife, wrong to be free, This best gift I pray,

Take my spirit to Thee.

8 $6. Going down Hill on a Bicycle

��lifted feet, hands still, I am poised, and down the hill Dart, with heedful mind; The air goes by in a wind.

Swifter and yet more swift, Till the heart with a mighty lift Makes the lungs .laugh, the throat cry 'O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.

4 Is this, is this your joy ? O bird, then I, though a boy, For a golden moment share Your feathery life in air ! '

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