Hymns for Mothers and Children, Volume 1Walker, Wise, 1861 - 287 pages |
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... creeping , careful , Than falling with a bang , Hurting all your wee brow , - Creep before you gang . The little birdie falls When it tries too soon to fly , Folks are sure to tumble When they climb too high ; Those who do not walk ...
... creeping , careful , Than falling with a bang , Hurting all your wee brow , - Creep before you gang . The little birdie falls When it tries too soon to fly , Folks are sure to tumble When they climb too high ; Those who do not walk ...
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... creeping , creeping everywhere : By the dusty road - side , On the sunny hill - side , Close by the noisy brook , In every shady nook , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . 80 THE SONG OF THE GRASS . Here I come WOULD THE SONG OF THE ...
... creeping , creeping everywhere : By the dusty road - side , On the sunny hill - side , Close by the noisy brook , In every shady nook , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . 80 THE SONG OF THE GRASS . Here I come WOULD THE SONG OF THE ...
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80 THE SONG OF THE GRASS . Here I come , creeping , creeping everywhere : All around the open door , Where sit the aged poor , There where the children play , In the bright and merry May , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I ...
80 THE SONG OF THE GRASS . Here I come , creeping , creeping everywhere : All around the open door , Where sit the aged poor , There where the children play , In the bright and merry May , I come creeping , creeping everywhere . Here I ...
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... Creeping , silently creeping everywhere . Here I come , creeping , creeping everywhere : My humble song of praise Most gratefully I raise To Him at whose command I beautify the land , Creeping , silently creeping everywhere . JOHN S ...
... Creeping , silently creeping everywhere . Here I come , creeping , creeping everywhere : My humble song of praise Most gratefully I raise To Him at whose command I beautify the land , Creeping , silently creeping everywhere . JOHN S ...
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... creeping up steeple and tree ; The doves have flown to the sheltering eaves , And the nests are dark with the drooping leaves ; Twilight gathers , and day is done ; - How hast thou spent it , precious one ? Playing ? - But what hast ...
... creeping up steeple and tree ; The doves have flown to the sheltering eaves , And the nests are dark with the drooping leaves ; Twilight gathers , and day is done ; - How hast thou spent it , precious one ? Playing ? - But what hast ...
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ clouds cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth eyes Father fear feet flowers fly away home folded FOLLEN friends gentle give glad 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 Shepherd of Israel shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars sunshine sweet tell thee There's thine things thou thought unto wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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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 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 278 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
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 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 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...
Page 266 - 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 - 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 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 197 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,