Hymns for Mothers and ChildrenWalker, Wise, & Company, 1864 - 287 páginas |
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... the hour of thy dying , Loved one of mine , dear loved one of mine ; Untrammelled thy spirit , when flying To the land where the holy ones shine . REV . W. CALVERT . 8 CRADLE SONG . CRADLE SONG . SLEEP , baby Rev W Calvert.
... the hour of thy dying , Loved one of mine , dear loved one of mine ; Untrammelled thy spirit , when flying To the land where the holy ones shine . REV . W. CALVERT . 8 CRADLE SONG . CRADLE SONG . SLEEP , baby Rev W Calvert.
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Caroline Snowden Guild. 20 MY LITTLE DAUGHTER'S SHOES . These little tarnished buttons shine With all a diamond's light . Search through the wardrobe of the world ! You shall not find me there So rarely made , so richly wrought , So ...
Caroline Snowden Guild. 20 MY LITTLE DAUGHTER'S SHOES . These little tarnished buttons shine With all a diamond's light . Search through the wardrobe of the world ! You shall not find me there So rarely made , so richly wrought , So ...
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... shine forth in happy overflow From the blue , bright eyes . 87 Down the dell she tripped ; and through the glade Peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade , And from out the tree Swung and leaped and frolicked , void of fear , While bold ...
... shine forth in happy overflow From the blue , bright eyes . 87 Down the dell she tripped ; and through the glade Peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade , And from out the tree Swung and leaped and frolicked , void of fear , While bold ...
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... shine out , in happy overflow , From the blue , bright eyes . By her snow - white cot , at close of day , Knelt sweet Bell with folded palms , to pray- Very calm and clear Rose the praying voice to where , unseen In blue heaven , an ...
... shine out , in happy overflow , From the blue , bright eyes . By her snow - white cot , at close of day , Knelt sweet Bell with folded palms , to pray- Very calm and clear Rose the praying voice to where , unseen In blue heaven , an ...
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... shine ! You may look on the rivulet , murmuring by , Till you charm it to sleep with your clear , cold eye , And bid it forget its flowing . You may do what you will , and I will not fear- No ! no ! Mr. Frost , you shall not come here ...
... shine ! You may look on the rivulet , murmuring by , Till you charm it to sleep with your clear , cold eye , And bid it forget its flowing . You may do what you will , and I will not fear- No ! no ! Mr. Frost , you shall not come here ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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,