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Page 63 - Plying her needle and thread Stitch! Stitch! Stitch! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt"!
Page 150 - ... such as speak wrong. 15 I should utterly have fainted : but that I believe verily to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. 16 O tarry thou the Lord's leisure : be strong, and he shall comfort thine heart; and put thou thy trust in the Lord.
Page 163 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
Page 95 - And a village maiden she. He to lips, that fondly falter, Presses his without reproof ; Leads her to the village altar, And they leave her father's roof. " I can make no marriage present ; Little can I give my wife.
Page 182 - For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul ! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest ! R.
Page 1 - When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound, And young and old come forth to play, On a sunshine holiday.—MILTON.
Page 73 - Her mother had died while she was still a child, and her father...