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Page 99 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Page 97 - Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, Hundreds of shells on the shore together, Hundreds of birds that go singing by, Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather. Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over.
Page 190 - Little by little," said a thoughtful boy, " Moment by moment I'll well employ, Learning a little every day, And not spending all my time in play, And still this rule in my mind shall dwell, Whatever I do, I will do it well. " Little by little I'll learn to know The treasured wisdom of long ago ; And one of these days perhaps we'll see That the world will be the better for me.
Page 97 - Till they wake with morning light? God in heaven each name can tell, Knows them all and loves them well.
Page 189 - Little by little," an acorn said, As it slowly sank in its mossy bed, " I am improving every day, Hidden deep in the earth away." Little by little, each day it grew, Little by little, it sipped the dew ; Downward it sent out a threadlike root, Up in the air sprang a tiny shoot.
Page 99 - Gave thee life and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Little lamb, I'll tell thee; Little lamb, I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For He calls himself a Lamb; He is meek and He is mild, He became a little child. I a child and thou a lamb...
Page 98 - This is the way the river flows : Here a whirl and there a dance ; Slowly now, then like a lance, Swiftly to the sea it goes, — This is the way the river flows. This is the way the birdie sings : "Baby birdies in the nest, You I surely love the best ; Over you I fold my wings" — • This is the way the birdie sings.
Page 39 - I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the...
Page 186 - Under the tree the farmer said, Smiling and shaking his wise old head : " Cherries are ripe ! but then, you know, There's the grass to cut and the corn to hoe : We can gather the cherries any day, But when the sun shines we must make our hay; To-night, when the work has all been done. We'll muster the boys, for fruit and fun.