Poems you ought to know . ures swell;High though his titles, proud his name,Boundless his wealth as wish can claim—Despite those titles, power, and pelf,The wretch, concentered all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. 104 ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP. BY EMMA WILLAED. Emma Willard, the American educator and author, was one of afamily of seventeen children Her maiden name was Hart. She wasbom at Berlin, Conn., in 17S7. S^-e began teaching in the village schooland later became
Poems you ought to know . ures swell;High though his titles, proud his name,Boundless his wealth as wish can claim—Despite those titles, power, and pelf,The wretch, concentered all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. 104 ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP. BY EMMA WILLAED. Emma Willard, the American educator and author, was one of afamily of seventeen children Her maiden name was Hart. She wasbom at Berlin, Conn., in 17S7. S^-e began teaching in the village schooland later became of a girls college at Westfleld, Conn., andafter her marriage to Dr. John Willard in 1814, opened a boarding schoolat Middlebury, Conn, into which she introduced new methods and newstudies. The school was removed to Troy, N, Y., and became the TroyFemale Academy. Retiring from the school in 1858, Mrs. Willard spentthe remaining years of her life in revising her text books and writing avolume of poems. She died in Rocked in the cradle of the deep.|I lay me down in peace to sleep;Secure I rest upon the wave,For Thou, O Lord, hast power to save. I know Thou wilt not slight my call,For Thou dost mark the sparrows fall;And calm and peaceful is my in the cradle of the deep. And such the trust that still were mine,Though stormy winds swept oer the though the tempests fiery breathRoused me from sleep to wreck and death In oceans caves still safe with Thee,The germ of immortality ;And calm and peaceful is my in the cradle of the deep. 105 THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN. BY ELIZABETH BAEEETT BEOWNING. The influence of poetry is greater than is generally realized, andmany find inspiration to action in reading It. Mrs. Browning in thispathetic poem did much to rouse England to the evil of child labor andto perceive the wrongs done the little ones toiling in its factories andcoal mines far beyond their strength. Do ye hear the children weeping, O, my br
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