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answering tone band of brothers beauty BEN FISHER beneath birds bless blue boys brave bright brooklet brow chain cheek cheer child childhood chords clouds cold dare dark dear Kate dream duty earnest earth fear feel feet flowers friends gather give glad glee glorious glow gone grew hand hath hear heart heaven hill hope labor land laugh learned life's light Little hours live Madaline Ray merry mirth Mong morning mother ne'er neath never night Northmen o'er old door stone old ring play rills shout silent and lone sing slave slavery smile snowy white song sorrow soul spirit stay at home strife strong sunny sunshine sweet tears tell thee There's wealth thou thought to-day toil true Twas Twill voice WASHINGTON COUNTY weary wife wild winds WINFIELD SCOTT woodland hill words young
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Page 37 - I e'er get through it ? Dinner to get for six or more, — No loaf left o'er from Sunday ; And " baby " cross as he can live, — He's always so on Monday.
Page i - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Page 233 - The tide comes up, and the tide goes down, But it bides no tyrant's word, As it chants unceasing the anthem grand Of its Freedom, to the Lord. The fisherman floating on its breast Has caught up the key-note true, "De sea works, massa, for't sef and God, And so must de brack man too.
Page 131 - I'll whisper a secret now, seeing 'tis you — I have tried it, and know all about it. The chain of a debtor is heavy and cold, Its links all corrosion and rust, Gild it o'er as you will — it is never of gold, Then spurn it aside with disgust.
Page 114 - But when I've been called from my home for awhile, And seen how the world gets along, I've come back to toil with a light, cheerful heart, And,—' There's no place like home,' for my song. " I wonder that mothers don't wholly despair, Who ne'er from their cares get away, But walk the same tread-wheel of duty, for years, Scarce stopping to rest, night or day. No wonder they grow discontented, sometimes, Their feelings get raspy and cold; For toil never ending, and labor uncheered, Make women,—and...
Page 38 - Till I could run and get some wood, To hurry up the kettle. Oh dear ! oh dear ! if P comes home, And finds things in this pother, He'll just begin and tell me all About his tidy mother ! How nice her kitchen used to be, Her dinner always ready Exactly when the...
Page 103 - THE SOUNDS OF INDUSTRY. I LOVE the banging hammer, The whirring of the plane, The crashing of the busy saw, The creaking of the crane, The ringing of the anvil, The grating of the drill, The clattering of the...
Page 111 - Twould not be me that would take their gold, And live in a constant fret ; My humble home has a light within, Mrs. Bell's gold could not buy,— Six healthy children, a merry heart, And a husband's love-lit eye.
Page 161 - Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone, All its lovely companions are faded and gone; No flower of its kindred, no rosebud is nigh, To reflect back its blushes, or heave sigh for sigh.
Page 14 - When mended and in skillful hands Make sweeter music than before; So oft the heart by sorrow torn Gives forth a loftier, clearer song Than that which greeted us at morn When it was new and brave and strong. Father, I thank thee for them all, These fifty years which now arc passed; Oh ! guide me, guard me till the pall Of death my form shall hide at last.