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Page 112 - To make ihe river flow. The clouds might give abundant rain ; The nightly dews might fall, And the herb that keepeth life in man, Might yet have drunk them all. Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low, And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister...
Page 112 - God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all. He might have made enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine, and toil, And yet have made no flowers.
Page 185 - To mortal pangs I see him yield, And the lad bear him from the field. The sun-bathed quiet of the hills, The fields of Galilee, That, eighteen hundred years...
Page 196 - A curtsey low made Mabel, And then she stooped to fill Her pitcher at the sparkling spring, But no drop did she spill.
Page 195 - And morning mists had cleared, Beside the good old grandmother The willing child appeared. And all her mother's message She told with right good-will, How that the father was away, And the little child was ill. And then she swept the hearth up clean, And then the table spread ; And next she fed the dog and bird; And then she made the bed.
Page 93 - Among the leaves so green, There flows a little gurgling brook, The brightest e'er was seen. There come the little gentle birds, Without a fear of ill, Down to the murmuring water's edge, And freely drink their fill ! And dash about and splash about, The merry little things ; And look askance with bright black eyes.
Page 43 - To sail upon the sea. Then sing for the oak-tree, The monarch of the wood ; Sing for the oak-tree, That groweth green and good ; That groweth broad and branching Within the forest shade ; That groweth now, and yet shall grow When we are lowly laid ! Mary Howitt.
Page 197 - Away went kind, good Mabel, Into tbe fir-wood near, Where all the ground was dry and brown, And the grass grew thin and sere. She did not wander up and down, Nor yet a live branch pull, But steadily, of the fallen boughs She picked her apron full. And when the wild-wood brownies Came sliding to her mind, She drove them thence as she was told, With home-thoughts sweet and kind.
Page 61 - Down in valleys green and lowly, Murmuring not and gliding slowly ; Up in mountain-hollows wild, Fretting like a peevish child ; Through the hamlet, where all day In their waves the children play; Running west, or running east, Doing good to man and beast — Always giving, weary never, Little streams, I love you ever.
Page 87 - On, the white Sea-gull, the wild Sea-gull, A joyful bird is he, As he lies like a cradled thing at rest In the arms of a sunny sea ! The little waves rock to and fro, And the white Gull lies asleep, As the fisher's bark, with breeze and tide, Goes merrily over the deep. The ship, with her fair sails set, goes by, And her people stand to note How the Sea-gull sits on the rocking waves, As if in an anchored boat.