Hymns for Mothers and ChildrenWalker, Wise, & Company, 1864 - 287 páginas |
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... bring not now as they brought of yore The oracles of God . O , each of these young human flowers God's own high message bears , And we are walking all our hours With " angels unawares " ! By stifling street and breezy hill We meet their ...
... bring not now as they brought of yore The oracles of God . O , each of these young human flowers God's own high message bears , And we are walking all our hours With " angels unawares " ! By stifling street and breezy hill We meet their ...
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... At evening in our room , and bend on ours His divine eyes , and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends and children who have never Been dead indeed , - - as we shall know forever . AN ANGEL IN THE HOUSE . Alas ! we think.
... At evening in our room , and bend on ours His divine eyes , and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends and children who have never Been dead indeed , - - as we shall know forever . AN ANGEL IN THE HOUSE . Alas ! we think.
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... loved one another . " BEING KIND AND AFFECTIONATE . THE God of heaven is pleased to see A little family agree ; And will not slight the praise they bring , When loving children join to sing . 46 NOT READY FOR SCHOOL . For love and kindness.
... loved one another . " BEING KIND AND AFFECTIONATE . THE God of heaven is pleased to see A little family agree ; And will not slight the praise they bring , When loving children join to sing . 46 NOT READY FOR SCHOOL . For love and kindness.
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... bring one more wish to pass , I would have my leaves of the clearest glass . " The little tree sleeps again at dark , And wakes with the early light ; And now its glass leaves you may mark ; There was a sight ! The little tree says ...
... bring one more wish to pass , I would have my leaves of the clearest glass . " The little tree sleeps again at dark , And wakes with the early light ; And now its glass leaves you may mark ; There was a sight ! The little tree says ...
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... brings the bloom back to your cheek , The blithe blink to your eye , An ' t were not for the doctor , My bonnie bairn might die . O , who would fear the doctor , His powder or his pill- You just a wee bit swallow take , And there's an ...
... brings the bloom back to your cheek , The blithe blink to your eye , An ' t were not for the doctor , My bonnie bairn might die . O , who would fear the doctor , His powder or his pill- You just a wee bit swallow take , And there's an ...
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99 SONGS ALEXANDER SMART Alice angels baby bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful bird bless Bob-a-link breath bright Christ cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark DAYS OF WICKLIFF dear doth earth eyes Father fear feet flowers fly away home forest lea gentle give grace green hands happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly hold in fee holy HYMN JACK FROST JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind kiss Lady Moon lambs leaves light Little Bell little child little children little Dandelion little tree live look Lord MARY HOWITT MARY LAMB merry morning mother nest never night o'er Oak-tree play poor praise pray prayer Robert of Lincoln round Saviour Shepherd shine sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars stole sunshine sweet te-whit tell thee thine things thou thought to-day unto wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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Página 184 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Página 72 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Página 278 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Página 227 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Página 277 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Página 107 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 277 - There is no Death! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 184 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Página 267 - At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Página 197 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,