...out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing Onward through life he goes; Each morning see some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! PAUL REVERE'S RIDE Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On...

...rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes, Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned...Thus, on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed - each thought. WHAT TO DO WITH A Author Unknown When you thump it with your fingers And it gives a...

...choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice. Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. 16 EVANGELINE This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks. Bearded with moss,...

...Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! Kraut-Makin' Time Author Unknown When I wuz just a kid at home I'd watch Grandma move about And I could...

...— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned...anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMERICAN (1807-1882) The Wasted Day Another day let slip! Its hours have run,...

...she lies: And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling-rejoicing-sorrowing. Onward through life he goes: Each morning sees some...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. To thine own self be true from Hamlet by William Shakespeare There. my blessings with thee! And these...

...choir, and it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, how in the grave...sounding anvil shaped each burning deed and thought. Despite such romantic notions about the blacksmith's trade, by the eve of the twentieth century blacksmiths...

...lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. (cont) The Village Blacksmith Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. Long Division Rap A choral reading Long division, Long division, Long division rap! When you recognize...