Fresh Flowers for ChildrenJ. Munroe, 1852 - 176页 |
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... of praise from little birds , That carol and rejoice ; Or the low wind among the leaves , Or Or a clear running brook , any other sound that comes From nature's music book . WHAT A LITTLE GIRL SHOULD BE . O holy is THE FIRST DAY OF THE ...
... of praise from little birds , That carol and rejoice ; Or the low wind among the leaves , Or Or a clear running brook , any other sound that comes From nature's music book . WHAT A LITTLE GIRL SHOULD BE . O holy is THE FIRST DAY OF THE ...
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Katherine Parker Gordon. WHAT A LITTLE GIRL SHOULD BE . O holy is this blessed day ! Let not a thought or word Of sin bedim its purity ; But let us worship God . WHAT A LITLLE GIRL SHOULD BE . MILD , yet brave and noble - hearted ...
Katherine Parker Gordon. WHAT A LITTLE GIRL SHOULD BE . O holy is this blessed day ! Let not a thought or word Of sin bedim its purity ; But let us worship God . WHAT A LITLLE GIRL SHOULD BE . MILD , yet brave and noble - hearted ...
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... holy , It is the Saviour's day ! By quietness and meekness too , By ceasing from my play . I will keep the Sabbath holy , The day so still and fair ! By kindly thoughts , and words of love , By worship and by prayer . THE NAME . The ...
... holy , It is the Saviour's day ! By quietness and meekness too , By ceasing from my play . I will keep the Sabbath holy , The day so still and fair ! By kindly thoughts , and words of love , By worship and by prayer . THE NAME . The ...
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... holy light ; I wondered why I was so glad , And why it was so bright . And soon amid the brightness I saw an angel - child ; She gave me such a look of love , And beautifully smiled . And then I knew ' twas Emma , All clothed in robes ...
... holy light ; I wondered why I was so glad , And why it was so bright . And soon amid the brightness I saw an angel - child ; She gave me such a look of love , And beautifully smiled . And then I knew ' twas Emma , All clothed in robes ...
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... thou art now at rest , Among the happiest ; A Spirit , at thy Saviour's feet forgiven ; Thou art forever free , No sin can shadow thee , Clothed in the white and holy robes of heaven . RHYMES OF ADVICE . My little girl , be always.
... thou art now at rest , Among the happiest ; A Spirit , at thy Saviour's feet forgiven ; Thou art forever free , No sin can shadow thee , Clothed in the white and holy robes of heaven . RHYMES OF ADVICE . My little girl , be always.
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affectionate angel Ariana Auntie beauty beneath Bessie BIRTH-DAY blessed blue blue air Bobbie charming childhood Children of God cloud dark darling dear delight DROP OF WATER earth eyes face fade fair fear floating flowers forest fountain Francis E garden gentle GEORGE AND ROVER George William Gordon glad grace grass green happiest happy hear heard heart heaven hills holy HYMN JAMES MUNROE JOURNAL IN RHYME kindly kiss kitten light little bird little child LITTLE FISHERMAN live look mamma mild morning mother never night o'er PET LAMB play pleasant pleasant home Postmaster pray prayer pretty rejoice remember rills ROBIN round shade shining sing sleep smiles snowy white SONG sound spring stars sunny sunset sunshine sweetly tell thee thine things thou art thought tones trees unto voice wild wind wing wish wonder words words of love
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第174页 - 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 misspent Hours.
第175页 - 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.
第176页 - And thus they glided on, and gave Their records dark and bright To Him who marks each passing hour Of childhood's day and night.
第58页 - 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.
第57页 - 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.
第145页 - 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.
第108页 - 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...
第87页 - 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!
第109页 - And 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. Then he came and...
第44页 - 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.