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Seite 46 - THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said, " Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! " And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side. No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal.
Seite 36 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Seite 47 - What ails thee, young one? what? why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young one, rest; what is't that aileth thee?
Seite 36 - O tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not...
Seite 76 - 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 ? Other little birds at rest, Have not yet begun to sing ; Every one is in its nest, With its head behind its wing Little lark, then, tell me why You're so early in the sky...
Seite 64 - How many deeds of kindness A little child can do, Although it has but little strength, And little wisdom too ! It wants a loving spirit Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others, by its love ! 20
Seite 76 - Tis to sing a. merry song, To the pleasant morning light : Why linger in my nest so long, When the sun is shining bright ? Little lady, this is why I sing so early in the sky. To the little birds below, I do sing a merry tune ; And I let the ploughman know He must come to labour soon. Little lady, this is why I am singing in the sky.
Seite 9 - I love the early primrose That lightens up the lane, So radiant in the sunshine, So cheerful in the rain. Good-bye to dreary winter, How gladly doth it sing,• And tells of milder weather, And hopeful happy spring. I wish that like the primrose, My life was always bright, And shone in darkest pathways With mild and constant light. I wish that I reflected Each sun-ray from above, I wish that 'neath the storm-cloud I always smiled with love. I wish that in the valley, As on the swelling hill, Seen...
Seite 64 - SUPPOSE the little cowslip Should hang its golden cup, And say, " I'm such a tiny flower, I'd better not grow up," How many a weary traveller Would miss its fragrant smell, How many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell.