Songs for the Little Ones at Home (Google eBook)

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American Tract Society, 1852 - Children's songs - 288 pages
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Page 58 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Page 142 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Page 269 - 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...
Page 258 - 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.
Page 196 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 265 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.

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