O pray take your eyes from off your book, And come to the window, mamma, and look. See the big snow-flakes, how fast they fall, O how I wish I could catch them all! How many it takes to make up a storm, And they all are of different size and form. Some look like a star, and some like a flower, And some like a cloud, and all like a shower; But prettier far than a shower of rain, So pure and white, without blemish or stain. And O how quiet and noiseless they come, As fast as they can from their lofty home, Busily clothing the face of the ground, And giving it beauty without any sound. I leave you, mamma, for away I must go, To play with the silent, the beautiful snow.
My Mother! My kind Mother! I hear thy gentle voice, It always makes my little heart Beat gladly and rejoice.
When I am ill, it comes to me,
And kindly soothes my pain;
And when I sleep, then in my dreams, It sweetly comes again.
It always makes me happy, Whene'er I hear its tone,
I know it is the voice of love, From a heart that is my own.
My Mother! My dear Mother! may I never be
Unkind, or disobedient, In any way, to thee.
Lord, I am ill! a little child! O! make me gentle, make me mild, And let me patient be;
Help me to bear the pain I feel, And heal me, if it be thy will, That I may follow thee.
If thou dost wish for me in heaven, If thou hast all my sins forgiven, Then let me love to die;
For I shall then an angel be,
Loving to praise and worship thee,
Beyond the clear blue sky.
George was a good and pleasant child, He loved each living thing;
The cows and lambs, the trees and flowers, The birds upon the wing.
But more than all, he liked his dog;
And dearly Rover loved
To follow George in all his walks, And play where'er he roved.
He was a shaggy dog, and large; His color, it was black, Except a ring of snowy white, He wore around his neck.
And George's favorite walk was by A river bright and clear,
And when his dog was with him there, His mother had no fear.
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