Fresh Flowers for My ChildrenSamuel G. Simpkins, 1842 - 140 pages |
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... cities we passed , I felt that o'er all was my influence cast . I aided in giving cool air and soft showers , I helped to give moisture to land , trees and flowers . The moon poured upon us her light from afar , THE DROP OF WATER . 11.
... cities we passed , I felt that o'er all was my influence cast . I aided in giving cool air and soft showers , I helped to give moisture to land , trees and flowers . The moon poured upon us her light from afar , THE DROP OF WATER . 11.
Page 12
... felt not afraid ; And I rushed on with others to help form a wave , That was trying a boat - full of people to save . We wafted them on , toward a friendly shore , Then dashed ourselves down with a terrible roar ; And I found myself low ...
... felt not afraid ; And I rushed on with others to help form a wave , That was trying a boat - full of people to save . We wafted them on , toward a friendly shore , Then dashed ourselves down with a terrible roar ; And I found myself low ...
Page 64
... felt as if I never could be glad . I always shall remember him , While thought and memory last ; He is one of my bright pictures Of a childhood that has passed . One pleasant summer's day , I went to ride with my Uncle Robert . As we ...
... felt as if I never could be glad . I always shall remember him , While thought and memory last ; He is one of my bright pictures Of a childhood that has passed . One pleasant summer's day , I went to ride with my Uncle Robert . As we ...
Page 69
... felt the loss of Bobbie nearly as much as myself . What remained of Bobbie I took to the garden , and under a cherry tree , from which I had often gathered cherries for him , I buried the wing and the feathers . Bessie was punished by ...
... felt the loss of Bobbie nearly as much as myself . What remained of Bobbie I took to the garden , and under a cherry tree , from which I had often gathered cherries for him , I buried the wing and the feathers . Bessie was punished by ...
Page 94
... felt so sadly sick and weak , That I could not look up or speak . But now I am a good deal better , Else I could never write this letter . I hope that you are well and glad , And nothing comes to make you sad ; No disappointments and no ...
... felt so sadly sick and weak , That I could not look up or speak . But now I am a good deal better , Else I could never write this letter . I hope that you are well and glad , And nothing comes to make you sad ; No disappointments and no ...
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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.