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Page 74 - me fly away!" Birdie, rest a little longer, till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, and then she flies away. What does little baby say, in her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, "Mother, let me fly away!" Baby, sleep a little longer, till the
Page 103 - How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle, and all Over the country side — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown
Page 128 - All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The good God made them all.
Page 128 - 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 74 - limbs What does little birdie say, in her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly,
Page 128 - Kind hearts are the gardens; Kind thoughts are the roots; Kind words are the flowers; Kind deeds are the fruits.
Page 105 - Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn! The sheep are in the meadow, The cows are in the corn. Little Boy Blue,
Page 127 - For every sunny hour, A drop of rain; For every cloudy day, The stars again. For every passing care, A mother's kiss; And what could better be, To do to others as I would That they should do to me,
Page 127 - A million little diamonds Twinkled in the trees, And all the little maidens said,