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Damrell & Moore & G. Coolidge, 1871
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Page 91 - They are idols of hearts and of households ; They are angels of God in disguise ; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses ; His glory still gleams in their eyes.
Page 91 - When the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the day is dismissed, And the little ones gather around me, To bid me good night and be kissed ; Oh, the little white arms, that encircle My neck in a tender embrace! Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven, Shedding sunshine of love on my face ! And when they are gone I sit dreaming Of my childhood, too lovely to last; Of love that my heart will remember, When it wakes to the pulse of the past.
Page 92 - My frown is sufficient correction ; My love is the law of the school. I shall leave the old house in the autumn, To traverse its threshold no more ; Ah ! how I shall sigh for the dear ones That meet me each morn at the door ! I shall miss the
Page 91 - When I think of the paths steep and stony Where the feet of the dear ones must go ; Of the mountains of sin hanging o'er them, Of the tempest of fate blowing wild ; Oh, there's nothing on earth half so holy As the innocent heart of a child.
Page 22 - LET others seek for empty joys, At ball, or concert, rout, or play ; Whilst, far from fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes, and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away, — 'Twixt book and lute the hours divide ; And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own Fireside! My own Fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy...
Page 92 - The twig is so easily bended, I have banished the rule and the rod; I have taught them the goodness of knowledge, They have taught me the goodness of God ; My heart is a dungeon of darkness, Where I shut them from breaking a rule ; My frown is sufficient correction; My love is the law of the school.
Page 93 - — so pray the children, And the mother's head drops low ; (One from out her fold is sleeping Deep beneath the winter's snow ; ) " Take our souls : " and past the casement Flits a gleam of crystal light, Like the trailing of his garments, Walking evermore in white. Little souls that stand expectant...
Page 23 - I'll pay my debt of gratitude To thee — my own Fireside ! Shrine of my household deities ! Fair scene of home's unsullied joys ! To thee my burthened spirit flies, When fortune frowns, or care annoys : Thine is the bliss that never cloys ; The smile whose truth hath oft been tried; What, then, are this world's tinsel toys To thee — my own Fireside ! Oh, may the yearnings, fond and sweet, That bid my thoughts be all of thee, Thus ever guide my wandering feet To thy heart-soothing sanctuary ! Whate'er...
Page 30 - ANEW. THE sunlight fills the trembling air, And balmy days their guerdons bring; The Earth again is young and fair, And amorous with musky Spring. The golden nurslings of the May In splendor strew the spangled green, And hues of tender beauty play, Entangled where the willows lean. Mark how the rippled currents flow : What lustres on the meadows lie ! And hark, the songsters come and go, And trill between the earth and sky.
Page 38 - The Tree The Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown ; " Shall I take them away ? " said the Frost, sweeping down. " No, leave them alone Till the blossoms have grown," Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown. The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung: " Shall I take them away ?

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