 Oh, I love to go to church, And learn my Maker's will. THE FLOWERS. How lovely are the flowers, That in the valley smile ; They seem like forms of angels, Pure, and free from guile. But one thing mars their beauty — It does not always last ; They droop,...  Harold and Louis; Fear and love; and other stories - Side 123af Harold (fict.name.) - 1853 - 144 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Mary O. Ward - 1852 - 296 sider
...They seem like forms of angels, Pure, and free from guile. But one thing mars their beauty — • It does not always last ; They droop, and fade, and wither....I am like the flower That blooms in fragrant May, Then let me seek the beauty That God alone can give ; For when this life is over, That will for ever... | |
 | Mary O. Ward - 1852 - 236 sider
...their beauty — It does not always last ; They droop, and fade, and wither, Long ere the summer 's past. And I am like the flower That blooms in fragrant May; When days of sickness find me, Then let me seek the beauty That God alone can give ; For, when this life is over, That will for ever live.... | |
 | 1855 - 396 sider
...forms of angels, Pure, und free from guile. But one thintr mars their beauty — It does not al w ays last ; They droop, and fade, and wither, Long ere...the beauty That God alone can give ; For, when this is over, That will forever live " The Governor wag then escorted to the school of welcomed the Governor... | |
 | 1855 - 396 sider
...thing mars their beauty, It does not always last: They droop, and fade, and wither, Ere the summer 's past. And I am like the flower, That blooms in fragrant May ; When days of sickness find me, Then I fade away. Then let me seek the beauty, That innocence can give ; For when this life is over, That... | |
 | George James Webb - 1860 - 232 sider
...And I am like the flower, ' Pure, and free from guile. Ere the summer's past. — — _ , I jID'f L That blooms in fragrant May ; When days of sickness find me, Then I fade away. Then let me seek the beauty, That innocence can give; For when this life is over, That will... | |
 | Mary O. Ward - 1852 - 300 sider
...; They seem like forms of angels, Pure, and free from guile. But one thing mars their beauty — It does not always last ; They droop, and fade, and wither, Long ere the summer 's past. And I am like the flower That blooms in fragrant May, When days of sickness find me,... | |
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