Fresh Flowers for My ChildrenSamuel G. Simpkins, 1842 - 140 pages |
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... eyes Can look down upon these busy mysteries . It was then that I met with a thousand rills That are running and trickling within the hills , And I mingled myself with my kindred there , In the cold , dark earth ; but I'd nothing to ...
... eyes Can look down upon these busy mysteries . It was then that I met with a thousand rills That are running and trickling within the hills , And I mingled myself with my kindred there , In the cold , dark earth ; but I'd nothing to ...
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... , Shining still before us , The fairest and the loveliest sky , Our wedried eyes would never see ; The stars in their bright harmony , Still their high watch keeping ; Nor the sweet moon , whose silver beams Are lighting ( 33 ) Darkness,
... , Shining still before us , The fairest and the loveliest sky , Our wedried eyes would never see ; The stars in their bright harmony , Still their high watch keeping ; Nor the sweet moon , whose silver beams Are lighting ( 33 ) Darkness,
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... eyes of blue , of frolic mien , A roguish look , and playful ways , Whose grace one's kindness all repays ; A form of roundness , tiny feet , That pat along its friends to meet , Its pretty neck it loves to show , Decked with a spot as ...
... eyes of blue , of frolic mien , A roguish look , and playful ways , Whose grace one's kindness all repays ; A form of roundness , tiny feet , That pat along its friends to meet , Its pretty neck it loves to show , Decked with a spot as ...
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Katharine Parker Gordon. THE SNOW . 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 ...
Katharine Parker Gordon. THE SNOW . 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 ...
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... eyes were bright as stars , And red his downy breast . Upon my shoulder he would sit , And hop around my feet ; Confiding and affectionate , He from my hand would eat . As soon as the bright morning dawned , His song you'd always hear ...
... eyes were bright as stars , And red his downy breast . Upon my shoulder he would sit , And hop around my feet ; Confiding and affectionate , He from my hand would eat . As soon as the bright morning dawned , His song you'd always hear ...
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Page 21 - ... to weep with those who weep, and to rejoice with those who rejoice : it leads us to esteem and imitate the good, and to pity and to attempt to reclaim the bad.
Page 84 - CHILDHOOD OF JESUS. In the green fields of Palestine, By its fountains and its rills, And by the sacred Jordan's stream, And o'er the vine-clad hills, Once lived and roved the fairest child That ever blessed the earth ; The happiest, the holiest, That e'er had human birth. How beautiful his childhood was ! Harmless and undefiled ; O, dear to his young mother's heart Was this pure, sinless child ! Kindly in all his deeds and words, And gentle as the dove ; Obedient, affectionate, His very soul was...
Page 104 - For he felt that his soul was stained with sin ; And his mother could hear him sob and cry, Because he had told her that wicked lie.
Page 56 - 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.
Page 104 - BOY WHO TOLD A LIE. The mother looked pale, and her face was sad, She seemed to have nothing to make her glad ; She silently sat with the tears in her eye, For her dear little boy had told a lie. He was a gentle, affectionate child, His ways were winning, his temper was mild ; There was love and joy in his soft blue eye, But the dear little boy had told a lie. He stood alone by the window within, For he felt that his soul was stained...
Page 135 - Good night, little star ! I will go to my bed, And leave you to burn While I lay down my head. On my pillow I'll sleep Till the morning light ; Then you will be fading And I shall be bright.
Page 46 - MAKES ME HAPPIEST? WHAT is it makes me happiest ? Is it my last new play ? Is it my bounding ball or hoop I follow every day ? Is it my puzzles, or my blocks ? My pleasant solitaire ? My dolls, my kitten, or my books ? My flowers, fresh and fair ? What is it makes me happiest ? It is not one of these ; Yet they are treasures dear to me, And never fail to please.