Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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17. MAX.
Wlien Edmund was yet a boy, be read,
in the book of Genesis the liistory of tbe
creation of man; and he went to his tutor
and asked: 'How is it possible, that earth
can be turned into a human body?'
'How is it possible/ said his tutor in
reply, 'for a tree to grow out of the earth
with leaves, blossoms and fi uit? And knoAv-
est thou not, that thy body will also like
the tree return to the dust, whence it was
'liut why,' asked Edmund, 'liave the
Scriptures told us about the ci-eation of
man from the dust of the earth?
'That man,' i'eplied his tutor, 'may not
pride himself on that which is made of
dust and must return to dust. From the
earth proceeds the bread that feeds him,
and the very crown, which adorns tlie head
of the king belongs also to the dust. Ei'e-
long the earth receive back both the
body and the crown. Bear in mind, Ed-
mund, that tliou ai't dust and learn lo be
'But', said Edmund, 'God nevertheless
breathed into man the breath of life.'
,Yes/ continued the tutor; 'and the breath
of God, which gives him life, should re-
mind him every moment, that he has need
of constant help from above; for upon this
depends his existence. Ah, Edmund, forget
not in whose breath thou livest and movest.'
Edmund further asked; 'In what respect
then is man superior to the beasts of the
held ?'
'He is superior to them,' replied the
tutor, 'inasmuch as he knows on whose
earth and whose breath he walks. But God
gave him moreover a face to look down
on the perishable dust which is beneath j
him and to gaze up toward the abodes of ]
everlasting life. Thus does man stand with i
head erect, yet with humility and reverence,
and he feels himself to be the son and
the image of the Most High.'
Awake, my soid, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as if thy last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
Glory to God who safe has kept,
And has refresh'd me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, that when from death 1 wake,
1 may of endless life partake.
Direct, control, suggest, this day.
All 1 design, or do, or .say;
That all my powers, with all their might.
In thy sole glory may unite.
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers lo say
Oh God preserve my mother dear
For health and strength for many a year.
And oh, preserve my father too,
And ijjay 1 pay him revei'ence due.
And may I my best thoughts employ
To be my parents" hope and joy I
My sisters and my brothers botii
From evil guard and save from sloth.
And may we always love each Other,
Our friends, our father and our mother.
And still, oh Lord to me impart
A contrite pure and grateful heart.
That after my last sleep I may
Awake to thv eternal dav.
Day is past!
Stars have set their watch al last,
Founts that thro' the deep woods llow.
Make sweet sounds unheard till now.
Flowers have shut with fading light.
Good Night!
Go to rest,
Sleep sits dove-like on thy bieasl;
If within that secret cell
One dark form of memory dwell.
Be it mantled from thy sight.
Good Night!
Joy be thine!
Kind looks o'er thy slumbers shine;
Go, and in the spirit land
Meet the home's long parted hand;
Be their eyes all love and light,
Good Night!
Peace to all!
Dreams of Heaven on mourners fall.
Exile! o.ev thy couch may gleams
Pass from thine own mountain .streams,
Bard! away to worlds more bright,
Good Night.
(V. Heinaus.)