Major's home lesson books. 6 standards, Band 3

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Seite 9 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers meander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ? Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " "Not there, not there, my child
Seite 8 - I hear thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! Oh where is that radiant shore— Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fireflies glance through the myrtle boughs ?" " Not there, not there, my child
Seite 8 - Is it where the feathery palm trees rise. And the date grows ripe under sunny skies; Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze ; And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ?" " Not there, not there, my child
Seite 9 - Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, Far beyond the clouds, and beyond
Seite 29 - Is it where the feathery palm trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies; Or "midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze; And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things
Seite 30 - dog Tray. When at last I was forced from my Sheelah to part, She said while the sorrow was big at her heart, " Oh, remember your Sheelah, when far, far away, And be kind, my dear Pat, to your poor dog Tray.
Seite 29 - we not seek it, and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fireflies glance through the myrtle boughs ?" " Not there, not there, my child
Seite 29 - I hear thee speak of the better land, Thou callest its children a happy band; Mother! Oh where is that radiant shoreShall we not seek it, and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fireflies
Seite 38 - MY SISTER. Sitting pa-tient in the shad-ow Till the blessed light shall come, A serene and saintly pres-ence Sanc-ti-fies our troubled home, Earthly joys, and hopes, and sorrows, Break like ripples on the strand Of the deep and solemn river Where her willing feet now stand.
Seite 39 - Thus our parting daily loseth Something of its bitter pain, And while learning this hard lesson, My great loss becomes my gain, For the touch of grief will render My wild nature more serene, Give to life new as-pi-ra-tions— And new trust to the unseen.

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