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Page 138 - GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child, Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.
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Page 142 - And lodgins of coorse, for I never could stand Them Sailors' Homes, for a man is a man, And a bell for dinner and a bell for tay, . .-> And a bell to sing and a bell to pray, And a bell for this and a bell for that, And "Wipe your feet upon the mat!
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Page 700 - twas close at hand — But — land, ho ! land. Dost hear the bells of my sweet land, Dost hear the kine, dost hear the merry birds ? No voice, 'tis true, no spoken words, No tongue that thou may'st understand — Yet is it land, ho ! land. It's clad in purple mist, my land, In regal robe it is apparelled, A crown is set upon its head, And on its breast a golden band — Land, ho ! land. Dost...
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Page 83 - And fill thee with Himself instead. But thou art all replete with very thou, And hast such shrewd activity, That, when He comes, He says — " This is enow Unto itself— 'Twere better let it be : It is so small and full, there is no room for Me.
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Page 63 - Ripe orange, brushed From an o'erladen tree, chance-crushed And bruised and battered on the street, And yet so merry and so sweet! Ah, child, don't scoff — Yes, yes, I see — you lovely wretch, be off! It must have been of such women, too, that he wrote So...