Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 pages |
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Mary O. Ward. KC 1109 HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY HARVARDIAN CHRISTO VERI TAS IN ONV THE GIFT OF CHARLES H. TAYLOR CLASS OF 1890 OF BOSTON Songs for Little Ones . If she could only talk. Juu 1852.28.
Mary O. Ward. KC 1109 HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY HARVARDIAN CHRISTO VERI TAS IN ONV THE GIFT OF CHARLES H. TAYLOR CLASS OF 1890 OF BOSTON Songs for Little Ones . If she could only talk. Juu 1852.28.
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Mary O. Ward. SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES AT HOME AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY NEW - YORK , HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF CHARLES H. TAYLOR 11.1936 .
Mary O. Ward. SONGS FOR THE LITTLE ONES AT HOME AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY NEW - YORK , HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF CHARLES H. TAYLOR 11.1936 .
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Mary O. Ward. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF CHARLES H. TAYLOR 11.1936 . Regard for the interests of little readers throughout the country Jun 1883 %
Mary O. Ward. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY GIFT OF CHARLES H. TAYLOR 11.1936 . Regard for the interests of little readers throughout the country Jun 1883 %
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... Taylor . Israel's Shepherd watches o'er thee , No rude danger lies before thee : Sleep , baby , sleep . Sleep , baby , sleep , No longer weep ; Germ of beauty , bud and blossom , Rest upon thy Saviour's bosom : Sleep , baby , sleep . 9 ...
... Taylor . Israel's Shepherd watches o'er thee , No rude danger lies before thee : Sleep , baby , sleep . Sleep , baby , sleep , No longer weep ; Germ of beauty , bud and blossom , Rest upon thy Saviour's bosom : Sleep , baby , sleep . 9 ...
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... Taylor . OH , HARK ! THE BABY CRIES . Oh , hark ! Oh , hark ! the baby cries , As on his little bed he lies : He looks around , and mother's gone , And he don't like to be alone . But mother is coming , Oh see how she's running , To ...
... Taylor . OH , HARK ! THE BABY CRIES . Oh , hark ! Oh , hark ! the baby cries , As on his little bed he lies : He looks around , and mother's gone , And he don't like to be alone . But mother is coming , Oh see how she's running , To ...
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AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY baby bells are ringing blessed bread bright brother busy bee Cherries are ripe chick-a-de-dee cold darling dear little dear mamma Dear Mary eyes father fear flowers friends gentle give glad glory Good-morning good-night happy happy land Hastings head hear heard heart heaven holy Hushaby Jesus Johnny Bell keep kind kiss kite light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl LITTLE PONY look Lord Mary merry mild moolly cow morning naughty ne'er nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant praise pray prayer pretty pretty thing rest Robert Reid robin round Sabbath Sabbath-day Saviour sing sister sleep smile snow soft soon sure sweet sweetly Taylor tell thee There's things thou to-day tree walk warm watch wings young
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Page 141 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Page 142 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 269 - 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 flames rolled on — he would not go, Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.
Page 211 - Let my sins be all forgiven, Bless the friends I love so well ; Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.
Page 271 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame ; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear ; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 109 - In works of labour, or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Page 272 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
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 142 - My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. "And often, after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay Till God released her of her pain, And then she went away.