Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 sider |
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Side 25
... flowers ; And all the day , in work and play , We'll pass the happy hours . And then to bed , to rest the head , And sleep until the morrow : May every day thus glide away , Without a shade of sorrow . THE FLY . ' T was God that made ...
... flowers ; And all the day , in work and play , We'll pass the happy hours . And then to bed , to rest the head , And sleep until the morrow : May every day thus glide away , Without a shade of sorrow . THE FLY . ' T was God that made ...
Side 26
... flower to flower I rove , My stock of wisdom I'll improve , Nor be a butterfly . CRADLE HYMN . Hush , my dear , lie still. 26 SONGS FOR THE.
... flower to flower I rove , My stock of wisdom I'll improve , Nor be a butterfly . CRADLE HYMN . Hush , my dear , lie still. 26 SONGS FOR THE.
Side 30
... flowers grow ? " Said little Ann , one day ; " The fields are covered o'er with snow- When will it go away ? " MOTHER . " A few months hence , dear Ann will view , In the garden now so white , The yellow cowslip , violet blue , And ...
... flowers grow ? " Said little Ann , one day ; " The fields are covered o'er with snow- When will it go away ? " MOTHER . " A few months hence , dear Ann will view , In the garden now so white , The yellow cowslip , violet blue , And ...
Side 59
... flowers That grow about the beds and bowers , Because , you know , they are not ours . And much I hope , we always may dear mamma obey , Our very POLLY AND RUBY . My little Canary I carried one. And mind whatever she may say . IF EVER I ...
... flowers That grow about the beds and bowers , Because , you know , they are not ours . And much I hope , we always may dear mamma obey , Our very POLLY AND RUBY . My little Canary I carried one. And mind whatever she may say . IF EVER I ...
Side 65
... flowers then are in full bloom , All nature smiles , the fields look gay ; The weather's fine to make the hay . AUTUMN . September comes : the golden corn , By many busy hands is shorn ; Autumn's ripe fruits , an ample store , Are ...
... flowers then are in full bloom , All nature smiles , the fields look gay ; The weather's fine to make the hay . AUTUMN . September comes : the golden corn , By many busy hands is shorn ; Autumn's ripe fruits , an ample store , Are ...
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AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY awake baby bells are ringing blessed bread bright brother busy bee Cherries are ripe chick-a-de-dee cold darling dear little Dear Mary eyes father fear flowers friends gentle give glad glory Good-morning good-night happy happy land Hastings head hear heard heart heaven holy Hushaby Jesus Johnny Bell keep kind kiss kite light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl LITTLE PONY live look Lord Mary merry mild moolly cow morning naughty ne'er nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant poor praise pray prayer pretty pretty thing rest Robert Reid robin round Sabbath Sabbath-day Saviour sing sister sleep smile snow soft soon sure sweet sweetly Taylor tell thee There's things thou to-day tree walk warm watch wings young
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Side 58 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Side 142 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Side 267 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form. The...
Side 256 - To do to others as I would That they should -do to me ; Will make me honest, kind and good As children ought to be.
Side 195 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Side 141 - And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Side 143 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Side 263 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.
Side 120 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go; He followed her to school one day — That was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school.
Side 110 - How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax ! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.