 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
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 pàgines
...that, mother? The lark, my child. 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... | |
 | 1837 - 446 pàgines
...the dew on hi» breast, .And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere, To warble it out in bis Maker's ear. Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays...some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick returnEver, my son, be thou like ibe dove, In friendship as faithful, as constant in love. What is... | |
 | Samuel Worcester - 1837 - 264 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 first lay* Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. St. What is that, Mother ? The dove, my son : And... | |
 | London female mission - 1838 - 444 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 first lays Tuned, Hke the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ?— The dove, my son. And that low sweet... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1839 - 302 pàgines
...and away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn on 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... | |
 | 536 pàgines
...away, with the dew on his breast. And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere , To warble ¡tout 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... | |
 | 1839 - 428 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...widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, Constant and pure by that lonely nest, For her distant... | |
 | 1840 - 494 pàgines
...away with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warblo it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's...first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praiso. What is that, motherl The dove, my son — And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan,... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 422 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 urnt For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the... | |
 | Salem Town - 1841 - 170 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, l»e thou like... | |
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