 WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out,...  Kidd's Own Journal - Pagina 1401854Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | 530 pagini
...Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Found, like the Lark's, to thy Maker's praise." Boy. " What is that, Mother ? " " The Dove, my son, And that...Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the... | |
 | 1828 - 608 pagini
...heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear: Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. "What is that, mother?—The dove, my son! And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her... | |
 | 1829 - 860 pagini
...lays Tuned, like the lark'«, to thy Maker 1 « pralle. What is that, mother I The lark, my child ! And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breait, Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poureu from some crystal urn, For her... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pagini
...to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his maker's ear. — Ever, my child, be thy morning lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise....As the wave is poured from some crystal urn ; For her distant dear one's quick return. — Ever, my son, be thou like the dove ; In friendship as faithful,... | |
 | Levi Washburn Leonard - 1830 - 228 pagini
...Maker's praise What i« that, mother ? ^ The dove, ^beoiJ? And that low sweet voice, like t^^idow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant...nest,< As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return — *?. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, In friendship as faithful,... | |
 | Mary Roberts - 1831 - 388 pagini
...character of her assigned locality, as the soft cooing of the turtle-dove to green solitary haunts. " That low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing...out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure, by her lonely nest, As the wave is poured out from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1833 - 150 pagini
...praise. 2. Child. What is that, Mother? Mother. The dove, my son! And that low sweet voice, like the widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast,...nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return — Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, In friendship, as faithful,... | |
 | 1834 - 402 pagini
...hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's to...nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, — In friendship as faithful,... | |
 | 1834 - 406 pagini
...hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in IMS Maker's ear. Ever, my ehild, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's to...mother ? — The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voiee, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast. Constant and pure by that lonely... | |
 | 1835 - 218 pagini
...a hymn in his heart to yon pure bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned like the lark's to thy Maker's praise. What ia that Mother? The dove, my son ! — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out... | |
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