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Pàgina 35 - He came down to earth from heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And his shelter was a stable, And his cradle was a stall : With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
Pàgina 36 - For he is our childhood's pattern, day by day like us he grew, he was little, weak, and helpless, tears and smiles like us he knew; and he feeleth for our sadness, and he shareth in our gladness.
Pàgina 46 - A FAIR little girl sat under a tree, Sewing as long as her eyes could see; Then smoothed her work, and folded it right, And said, " Dear work, Good Night ! Good Night!
Pàgina 29 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Pàgina 30 - He followed her to school one day — That was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school.
Pàgina 88 - A WASP met a bee that was just buzzing by, And he said, " Little cousin, can you tell me why You are loved so much better by people than I? " My back shines as bright and as yellow as gold, And my shape is most elegant too to behold, Yet nobody likes me for that I am told.
Pàgina 47 - The buds are all opening — the dew's on the flower ! If YOU shake but a branch, see there falls quite a shower.
Pàgina 79 - JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers. August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is...
Pàgina 47 - And while on her pillow she softly lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day; And all things said to the beautiful sun, " Good morning, good morning ! Our work is begun.
Pàgina 86 - I HEAR a pretty bird, but hark ! I cannot see it anywhere. Oh ! it is a little lark, Singing in the morning air. Little lark, do tell me why You are singing in the sky...

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