 WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ? WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright...  Easy Rhymes and Simple Poems for Young Children - Pàgina 82per Easy rhymes - 1864 - 160 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1828 - 608 pàgines
...heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear: Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. "What is that, mother?—The dove, my son! And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her... | |
 | 1829 - 860 pàgines
...lays Tuned, like the lark'«, to thy Maker 1 « pralle. What is that, mother I The lark, my child ! And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breait, Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poureu from some crystal urn, For her... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pàgines
...to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his maker's ear. — Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise....Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn ; For her distant dear one's quick return. — Ever, my son, be thou like... | |
 | Levi Washburn Leonard - 1830 - 228 pàgines
...Maker's praise What i« that, mother ? ^ The dove, ^beoiJ? And that low sweet voice, like t^^idow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure, by that lonely nest,< As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return — *?. Ever, my son, be thou... | |
 | Mary Roberts - 1831 - 388 pàgines
...character of her assigned locality, as the soft cooing of the turtle-dove to green solitary haunts. " That low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing...out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure, by her lonely nest, As the wave is poured out from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1833 - 150 pàgines
...praise. 2. Child. What is that, Mother? Mother. The dove, my son! And that low sweet voice, like the widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast,...Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return — Ever, my son, be thou like... | |
 | 1834 - 402 pàgines
...away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's...Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the... | |
 | 1834 - 406 pàgines
...hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in IMS Maker's ear. Ever, my ehild, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's to...mother ? — The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voiee, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast. Constant and pure by that lonely... | |
 | 1835 - 218 pàgines
...and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart to yon pure bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's...Tuned like the lark's to thy Maker's praise. What ia that Mother? The dove, my son ! — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 pàgines
...and away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's...Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the... | |
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