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Pàgina 98 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Pàgina 99 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Pàgina 69 - What to them is weather! What are stormy showers! Buttercups and daisies — Are these human flowers! He who gave them hardship And a life of care, » Gave them likewise hardy strength. And patient hearts to bear.
Pàgina 68 - Buttercups and daisies, Oh ! the pretty flowers, Coming ere the spring-time To tell of sunny hours. While the trees are leafless, While the fields are bare, Buttercups and daisies Spring up here and there.
Pàgina 19 - There's not a tint that paints the rose, Or decks the lily fair, Or streaks the humblest flower that grows, But God has placed it there. 2 There's not of grass a single blade, Or leaf of lowliest mien, Where heavenly skill is not displayed, And heavenly wisdom seen.
Pàgina 55 - Tis dreary crossing o'er the wold. He's crossing o'er the wold apace, He's stronger than the storm ; He does not feel the cold, not he, His heart it is so warm ; For father's heart is stout and true As ever human bosom knew.
Pàgina 86 - Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove, The Linnet and Thrush say, "I love and I love!" In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, 5 And singing, and loving — all come back together.
Pàgina 15 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given' Go— thou must play alone, my boy— Thy brother is in heaven!
Pàgina 15 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Pàgina 20 - s not a cloud whose dews distil Upon the parching clod, And clothe with verdure vale and hill, That is not sent by God. 18* 3 There 's not a place in earth's vast round, In ocean deep, or air, Where skill and wisdom are not found, For God is everywhere. 4 Around, beneath, below, above, Wherever space extends, There Heaven displays its boundless love, And power with mercy blends.

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