Fresh Flowers for ChildrenJ. Munroe, 1852 - 176 pages |
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angel Ariana Auntie beauty beneath Bessie BIRTH-DAY blessed blue blue air Bobbie bright brightest charming childhood Children of God clear cloud dark dear delight DISCONTENTED CHILD DROP OF WATER earth eyes face fade fair fear floating forest fountain friends garden gentle GEORGE AND ROVER glad grace grass green happiest happy HARVARD COLLEGE hear heard heart heaven holy humble soul HYMN JAMES MUNROE JOURNAL IN RHYME kindly kiss kitten light little bird little child live look love the best loved the sky mamma mild morning mother music sweet never night o'er pale PET LAMB play pleasant pleasant home pray prayer pretty rills ROBIN round shade shine sing sleep smiles snowy white SONG spring stars sunny sunshine sweetly teach tell thee thine things thou art thought tones trees unto voice wild wind wing wish words of love
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Page 174 - And they were going up to heaven, With all that had been done By little children, good or bad, Since the last rising sun. And some had gold and purple wings, Some drooped like faded flowers, And sadly soared to tell the tale, That they were mis-spent Hours.
Page 175 - Others had unkind words and acts To carry upward there. A shining Hour, with golden plumes, Was laden with a deed Of generous sacrifice, a child Had done for one in need. And one was bearing up a prayer A little child had said, All full of penitence and love, While kneeling by his bed.
Page 144 - IN the broad fields of heaven, In the immortal bowers, By life's clear river dwelling, Amid undying flowers, — There hosts of beauteous spirits, Fair children of the earth, Linked in bright bands celestial, Sing of their human birth. 2 They sing of earth and heaven ; Divinest voices rise To God, their gracious Father, Who called them to the skies ; They all are there, — in heaven, — Safe, safe, and sweetly blest ; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest.
Page 87 - 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 Love.
Page 57 - 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 58 - And when 1 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 ! O may I never be Unkind, or disobedient, In any way, to thee.
Page 16 - It asks for peace and happiness For all ; the rich, the poor, the wicked and the good. It leads us to seek out the sorrowful, To
Page 108 - 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 174 - Some glowed with rosy hopes and smiles, And some had many a tear ; Others had some kind words and acts To carry upward there.
Page 145 - The golden- haired— the blue-eyed, That lighted up our life, And folded were within our hearts, From all the world's rude strife — The blessings of our bosoms, The stars upon our sky, The flowers springing in our path, Too beautiful to die — They all are there— in heaven — Safe, safe, and sweetly blessed; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest.