Hymns for Mothers and Children, Volume 1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
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... LADY MOON . LADY BIRD 38 40 Choice Poems . 41 R. M. Milnes . 41 Choice Poems . 42 THE WATCH - DOG . LITTLE CHILDREN , LOVE ONE ANOTHER BEING KIND AND AFFECTIONATE NOT READY FOR SCHOOL . Alexander Smart . 43 44 45 Mrs. Gilman . 46 BUSY ...
... LADY MOON . LADY BIRD 38 40 Choice Poems . 41 R. M. Milnes . 41 Choice Poems . 42 THE WATCH - DOG . LITTLE CHILDREN , LOVE ONE ANOTHER BEING KIND AND AFFECTIONATE NOT READY FOR SCHOOL . Alexander Smart . 43 44 45 Mrs. Gilman . 46 BUSY ...
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... Lady Alice , Sure , this sweetest name must be A true omen to thee , Alice , Of a life's long melody . Alice , Alice , little Alice , May'st thou prove a golden chalice , Filled with holiness like wine ; With rich blessings running o'er ...
... Lady Alice , Sure , this sweetest name must be A true omen to thee , Alice , Of a life's long melody . Alice , Alice , little Alice , May'st thou prove a golden chalice , Filled with holiness like wine ; With rich blessings running o'er ...
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... , – Like a summer's flower it dies ; But humility will last , Fair and sweet when beauty's past ; And the Saviour from above , Views a humble child with love . LADY MOON . THE JOURNEY . 41 DEAR mother , LILY OF THE VALLEY.
... , – Like a summer's flower it dies ; But humility will last , Fair and sweet when beauty's past ; And the Saviour from above , Views a humble child with love . LADY MOON . THE JOURNEY . 41 DEAR mother , LILY OF THE VALLEY.
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LADY MOON . THE JOURNEY . 41 DEAR mother , how pretty the moon looks to - night , She was never so cunning before ! Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright , I hope she won't ... LADY MOON LADY BIRD Choice Poems Milnes Choice Poems.
LADY MOON . THE JOURNEY . 41 DEAR mother , how pretty the moon looks to - night , She was never so cunning before ! Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright , I hope she won't ... LADY MOON LADY BIRD Choice Poems Milnes Choice Poems.
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42 LADY BIRD . Are you not tired with rolling , and never Resting to sleep ? Why look so pale , and so sad , as forever Wishing to weep ? Ask me not this , little child , if you love me ; You are too bold ; I must ... Lady bird ! lady bird.
42 LADY BIRD . Are you not tired with rolling , and never Resting to sleep ? Why look so pale , and so sad , as forever Wishing to weep ? Ask me not this , little child , if you love me ; You are too bold ; I must ... Lady bird ! lady bird.
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breast breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth Father fear flowers fly away home FOLLEN forgive friends gentle give grace green Gretchen hands happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy HYMN JACK FROST JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind kiss Lady Moon lambs leaves light Little Bell little child little children little Dandelion little tree live look Lord MARY HOWITT MARY LAMB merry morning mother nest never night o'er Oak-tree play poor praise pray prayer Robert of Lincoln round Saviour shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars stole sunshine sweet te-whit tell thee There's thine things thou thought to-day unto voice wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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Page 276 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Page 265 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Page 267 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 266 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 184 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Page 72 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Page 227 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Page 266 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Page 184 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Page 225 - PAUSE not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us; Hark, how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into heaven ! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. " Labor is worship ! " — the robin is singing ; "Labor is worship!