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Side 197 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You, friendly Earth! how far do you go With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles? Ah, you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed...
Side 48 - TO-WHIT! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?
Side 198 - A FAREWELL. My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 49 - oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. I gave wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa ! Baa !" said the sheep ; " oh, no I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.
Side 21 - There's a merry Brown Thrush sitting up in the tree; He's singing to me ! he's singing to me ! And what does he say, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy! Don't you hear? don't you see? Hush ! look in my tree ! For I am as happy as happy can be.
Side 197 - Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World, With the wonderful water round you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast— World, you are beautifully drest!
Side 50 - I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel ? " A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed ; For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow-breast ; And he felt so full of shame, He didn't like to tell his name.
Side 49 - Don't ask me again. Why, I haven'ta chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again." "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry, 'For shame!'
Side 142 - Hark ! how the music leaps out from his throat ! Hark ! was there ever so merry a note ? Listen awhile, and you'll hear what he's saying, Up in the apple tree swinging and swaying.
Side 142 - Dear little blossoms, down under the snow, You must be weary of winter, I know ; Hark ! while I sing you a message of cheer, Summer is coming and spring-time is...