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Anonymous
Thine eye is on me always,Thou knowest the way I take;Thou seest me when I’m sleeping,Thou seest me when I wake.Thine arm is round about me,Thy hand is underneath;Thy love will still preserve me,If I Thy laws do keep.Thou art my present helper,—Be Thou my daily guide;[Pg 009]Then I’ll be safe for ever,Whatever may betide.Oh! help me, dearest Father,To walk...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Scorn not the slightest word nor deed,Nor deem it void of power;There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed,That waits its natal hour.A whispered word may touch the heart,And call it back to life;A look of love bid sin depart,And still unholy strife.No act falls fruitless; none can tellHow vast its powers may be,Nor what results, unfolded, dwellWithin it, silently.Work on,—despair not,—bring...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
There is a little mystic clock,No human eye hath seen,That beateth on,—and beateth on,—From morning until e’en.And when the soul is wrapped in sleep,All silent and alone,It ticks and ticks the livelong night,And never runneth down.Oh! wondrous is that work of art,Which knells the passing hour;But art ne’er formed, nor mind conceived,The life-clock’s magic power.[Pg 006]Not set in gold, nor...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
How do the leaves grow,In spring, upon their stems?Oh! the sap swells up with a drop for all,And that is life to them.What do the leaves doThrough the long summer hours,They make a home for the wandering birds,And shelter the wild flowers.How do the leaves fadeBeneath the autumn blast?Oh! they fairer grow before they die,Their brightest is their last.We, too,...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
I love to hear the little birdsThat carol on the trees;I love the gentle, murmuring stream;I love the evening breeze.I love to hear the busy humOf honey-making bee,And learn a lesson,—hard to learn,—Of patient industry.I love to think of Him who madeThose pleasant things for me,Who gave me life, and health, and strength,And eyes, that I might see.The child who...Read more of this...
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They said, “don’t plant them,” mother; “they’re so common and so poor;”But of seeds I had no other, so I dropped them by the door;And they soon were brightly growing, in the rich and teeming soil,Stretching upward, upward, upward, to reward me for my toil.They grew all o’er the casement, and they wreathed around the door,All about the chamber windows,...Read more of this...
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Almighty Father! Thou hast many blessingsIn store for every loving child of Thine;For this I pray,—Let me, Thy grace possessing,Seek to be guided by Thy will divine.Not for earth’s treasures,—for her joys the dearest,—Would I my supplications raise to Thee;Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest,But only that I give that heart to Thee.I pray that Thou...Read more of this...
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"He saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth."
God's works are very great, but still
His hands do not ap-pear:
Though hea-ven and earth o-bey His will,
His voice we can-not hear.
And yet we know that it is He
Who moves and governs all,
Who stills the rag-ing of the sea,
And makes the showers to...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
There is found a tiny sea shell,Half-imbedded in the sand,Sometimes flashing in the moonlight,Like a diamond on the strand.And from out the winding chambersThat are hid within the shell,Ever steals a curious music,That doth never sink nor swell.But, like the far-off voice of ocean,Murmurs forth its monotone,Holding thus within its bosomE’er an ocean of its own.Thus the sea shells ever...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
I knew a little, sickly child,The long, long summer’s day,When all the world was green and bright,Alone in bed to lay;There used to come a little doveBefore his window small,[Pg 011]And sing to him with her sweet voice,Out of the fir-tree tall.And when the sick child better grew,And he could creep along,Close to that window he would come,And listen to...Read more of this...
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A minute,—how soon it is flown!And yet, how important it is!God calls every moment His own,—For all our existence is His:And tho’ we may waste many moments each day,He notices each that we squander away.We should not a minute despise,Although it so quickly is o’er;We know that it rapidly flies,And therefore should prize it the more.Another, indeed, may appear in...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
How beautiful the setting sun!The clouds, how bright and gay!The stars, appearing one by one,How beautiful are they!And when the moon climbs up the sky,And sheds her gentle light,And hangs her crystal lamp on high,How beautiful is night!And can it be, that I’m possessedOf something brighter far?Glows there a light within this breast,Out-shining every star?Yes, should the sun and stars...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
The day is gone,—the silent nightInvites me to my peaceful bed;But, Lord, I know that it is rightTo thank Thee, ere I rest my head.For my good meals and pleasant hours,That I have had this present day,Let me exert my infant powersTo praise Thee, nor forget to pray.Thou art most good. I can’t tell allThat Thou hast ever done for...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
All through the win-ter, long and cold,
Dear Minnie ev-ery morn-ing fed
The little spar-rows, pert and bold,
And ro-bins, with their breasts so red.
She lov-ed to see the lit-tle birds
Come flut-ter-ing to the win-dow pane,
In answer to the gen-tle words
With which she scat-ter-ed crumbs and grain.
One ro-bin, bol-der than the rest,
Would perch...Read more of this...
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Before we close our eyes to-night,Oh, let us each these questions ask!Have we endeavored to do right,Nor thought our duty a hard task?Have we been gentle, lowly, meek,And the small voice of conscience heard?When passion tempted us to speak,Have we repressed the angry word?Have we with cheerful zeal obeyedWhat our kind parents bade us do?And not by word or action...Read more of this...
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God is in His holy temple;Thoughts of earth be silent now,While with reverence we assemble,And before His presence bow.He is with us, now and ever,While we call upon His name,Aiding every good endeavor,Guiding every upward aim.God is in His holy temple,—In the pure and humble mind;In the reverent heart and simple;In the soul from sense refined.Then let every low emotionBanished...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
See these mer-ry ones at play,
On this snowy New Year's Day:
How they run, and jump, and throw
Hand-fuls of the soft, white snow.
You should hear them laugh and shout
As they fling the snow about!
'Tis by Frank and Gus alone
That the balls are chief-ly thrown,
While their cou-sins make and bring
Other balls for them to fling.
Ka-tie is pre-par-ing thus,
Quite a store of balls...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Ah! little lark, I see you there,So very, very high;Just like a little, tiny speckUp in the clear blue sky.How good is He, who strengthens thusYour slight and tender wing,And teaches such a little throatSo sweet a song to sing....Read more of this...
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Thou’rt up betimes, my little bird,And out this morning early,For still the tender bud is closed,And still the grass is pearly.Why rise so soon, thou little bird,Thy soft, warm nest forsaking?To brave the dull, cold morning sky,While day is scarcely breaking?Ah! thou art wise, thou little bird,For fast the hours are flying;And this young day, but dawning now,Will soon, alas!...Read more of this...
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Dear Lord, another day has come,And through the hours of night,In a good bed and quiet homeI’ve slept till morning light.[Pg 019]Then let me give Thee thanks and praise,For Thou art very good;Oh, teach my little heart to raiseThe prayer that children should.Keep me this day from faults and sin,And make me good and mild;Thy Holy Spirit place within,Grant grace...Read more of this...
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I have a home in which to live,A bed to rest upon,Good food to eat, and fire to warm,And raiment to put on.[Pg 028]Kind parents, full of gentle love,Brothers and sisters, too,With many faithful, loving friends,Who teach me what to do.How many little children haveNo food, nor clothes to wear,No house, nor home, nor parents kind,To guide them by their...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
When the win-ter winds are blow-ing,
And we ga-ther glad and gay,
Where the fire its light is throw-ing,
For a mer-ry game at play,
There is none that to my know-ing,—
And I've play-ed at games enough,—
Makes us laugh, and sets us glow-ing
Like a game at Blind-man's Buff....Read more of this...
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Anonymous
The little, smoky vaporsProduce the drops of rain;These little drops commingle,And form the boundless main.Then, drops compose the fountains;And little grains of sandCompose the mighty mountains,That high above us stand.The little atoms, it is said,Compose the solid earth;Such truths will show, if rightly read,What little things are worth.For, as the sea of drops is made,So it is Heaven’s plan,That atoms...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
ROSE.
The post-man has been, dear mam-ma,
And has brought me a let-ter so fine;
And Su-san has one, but it is not, by far,
So pret-ty a let-ter as mine.
And, pray, will you read it to me,
Mam-ma, if I give you a kiss?
I wish very much to know who it can be
That has sent me...Read more of this...
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A moment too late, my beautiful bird,—A moment too late are you now,The wind has your soft, downy nest disturbed,—The nest that you hung on the bough.A moment too late,—that string in your billWould have fastened it firmly and strong;But see, there it goes rolling over the hill!Oh! you tarried a moment too long.A moment too late,—too late, busy bee,The...Read more of this...