Hymns for Mothers and Children, Volume 1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
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... seen by all in the summer air , We meet with these beautiful things ! And the low , sweet lisp of the baby child By a thousand hills is heard , And the voice of the young heart's laughter , wild As the voice of a singing bird ! 15 16 ...
... seen by all in the summer air , We meet with these beautiful things ! And the low , sweet lisp of the baby child By a thousand hills is heard , And the voice of the young heart's laughter , wild As the voice of a singing bird ! 15 16 ...
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... not for love . Cold lie the daisy banks , Clad but in green , Where , in the days agone , Bright hues were seen . Wild pinks are slumbering , Violets delay ; LITTLE DANDELION . True little Dandelion Greeteth the May . LITTLE DANDELION.
... not for love . Cold lie the daisy banks , Clad but in green , Where , in the days agone , Bright hues were seen . Wild pinks are slumbering , Violets delay ; LITTLE DANDELION . True little Dandelion Greeteth the May . LITTLE DANDELION.
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... seen , Folded in its leaf of green . Yet we love the lily well , For its sweet and pleasant smell ; And would rather call it ours , Than many other gayer flowers ; Pretty lilies seem to be Emblems of humility . Come , my love , and do ...
... seen , Folded in its leaf of green . Yet we love the lily well , For its sweet and pleasant smell ; And would rather call it ours , Than many other gayer flowers ; Pretty lilies seem to be Emblems of humility . Come , my love , and do ...
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... seen , So juicy , and mellow , and red ; And when they were ripe , as old Johnny was poor , He sold them to children that passed by his door To buy him a morsel of bread . Little Dick , his next neighbor , one often might see , With ...
... seen , So juicy , and mellow , and red ; And when they were ripe , as old Johnny was poor , He sold them to children that passed by his door To buy him a morsel of bread . Little Dick , his next neighbor , one often might see , With ...
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... little bird , - Mother I heard him sing . Look at this little piece of green That peeps out from the snow , As if it wanted to be seen , - " T will soon be spring , I know . GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD . And O , come GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD.
... little bird , - Mother I heard him sing . Look at this little piece of green That peeps out from the snow , As if it wanted to be seen , - " T will soon be spring , I know . GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD . And O , come GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD.
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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!