Fresh Flowers for My ChildrenSamuel G. Simpkins, 1842 - 140 pages |
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... Trees , Good Night Little Star , A Talk among the Flowers , To Helen Josephine , To Ariana , Heaven , Children in Heaven , • 114 117 • 121 124 128 129 130 134 136 137 139 FRESH FLOWERS . THE DROP OF WATER . I AM CONTENTS . vii.
... Trees , Good Night Little Star , A Talk among the Flowers , To Helen Josephine , To Ariana , Heaven , Children in Heaven , • 114 117 • 121 124 128 129 130 134 136 137 139 FRESH FLOWERS . THE DROP OF WATER . I AM CONTENTS . vii.
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... trees , Hiding the moon and the stars in our flight , And gathering and blackening throughout the night . Then the wind , like a banner , our cloud unfurled , And we came down in rain - drops upon the world . I sunk in the earth , to ...
... trees , Hiding the moon and the stars in our flight , And gathering and blackening throughout the night . Then the wind , like a banner , our cloud unfurled , And we came down in rain - drops upon the world . I sunk in the earth , to ...
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... trees bent over us in their delight . Sweet was the music we gave to them all , As we glided o'er pebbles and rocks in our fall . And thus we rejoiced , till we came to a river ; Then parted in sadness , alas ! and forever . Still ...
... trees bent over us in their delight . Sweet was the music we gave to them all , As we glided o'er pebbles and rocks in our fall . And thus we rejoiced , till we came to a river ; Then parted in sadness , alas ! and forever . Still ...
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... trees ; Where the birds are singing , The sweet flowers springing , And the sun is bright , As if shade nor blight Could in coldness come To their blessed home . But my father says , That the river's ways Will be filled with frost , And ...
... trees ; Where the birds are singing , The sweet flowers springing , And the sun is bright , As if shade nor blight Could in coldness come To their blessed home . But my father says , That the river's ways Will be filled with frost , And ...
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... trees ; Birds of Paradise are Making melody there To the sweet flowers , Yet fairer than ours ; And they never will fade , For there is no shade ; But all is made bright By the Fountain of Light , And there the pure river Of life flows ...
... trees ; Birds of Paradise are Making melody there To the sweet flowers , Yet fairer than ours ; And they never will fade , For there is no shade ; But all is made bright By the Fountain of Light , And there the pure river Of life flows ...
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affectionate angel Ariana beauty beneath Bessie blessed blue blue air Bobbie bright brightest brook cage child childhood clear clear river cloud cows dark dear delight earth eyes face fade fair Father fear floating forest fountain friends frolic garden gentle George and Rover glad Golden-rod grace grass green grew happiest happy HARVARD COLLEGE hear heard heart heaven HYMN keep the Sabbath kindly kiss lamb light little bird live look mamma mild morning mother music sweet never night o'er peace play pleasant pleasant home pray pure rejoice rills river round Rover loved SAMUEL G shade shining sing sleep smile SONG soon sound South wind spring stars summer's sunny sweet flowers sweetly teach tell thee things thou art thought TOLD A LIE tones tree trout uncle unto voice waters wave wild wind wing wonder words of love Yankee Doodle
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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.