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... wandered o'er the meadows , And from their grassy mould The buttercups and cowslips Arose in sheets of gold : Then through the woods she rambled , The violet she woke , And at her gentle summons The primrose upward broke : - Until with ...
... wandered o'er the meadows , And from their grassy mould The buttercups and cowslips Arose in sheets of gold : Then through the woods she rambled , The violet she woke , And at her gentle summons The primrose upward broke : - Until with ...
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... raise our hearts above , And , for all the joys and blessings that follow in its train , Thank God for sending harvest to be with us once again . WOODLAND WANDERINGS . TH HROUGH the woods I wandered , SONGS OF THE HEART . 39.
... raise our hearts above , And , for all the joys and blessings that follow in its train , Thank God for sending harvest to be with us once again . WOODLAND WANDERINGS . TH HROUGH the woods I wandered , SONGS OF THE HEART . 39.
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... wandered , When a merry boy , While the glades re - echoed To my shouts of joy . Seeking nuts or berries , Eager roamed I there , Mocked the hidden cuckoo , Roused the startled hare ; Or , some nest to plunder , Climbed the topmost ...
... wandered , When a merry boy , While the glades re - echoed To my shouts of joy . Seeking nuts or berries , Eager roamed I there , Mocked the hidden cuckoo , Roused the startled hare ; Or , some nest to plunder , Climbed the topmost ...
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William Blake Atkinson. Through the woods I wandered , In the prime of youth , To loved ears repeating Words of heart - felt truth . On our path descended Sunbeams bright and fair ; But her smile was brighter Who was with me there ...
William Blake Atkinson. Through the woods I wandered , In the prime of youth , To loved ears repeating Words of heart - felt truth . On our path descended Sunbeams bright and fair ; But her smile was brighter Who was with me there ...
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... wanders on in loneliness : Yet , though of care his forehead bears the brand , Though dark and drear his path has grown , He feels , through all his woe , a little hand , That fondly , firmly clasps his own . But see ! at length the ...
... wanders on in loneliness : Yet , though of care his forehead bears the brand , Though dark and drear his path has grown , He feels , through all his woe , a little hand , That fondly , firmly clasps his own . But see ! at length the ...
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Art thou bade beams beauty beneath blessed breast breath breath of heaven breeze bright brow cheer clouds crown cuckoo dark dear old home distant dreams drear ears England evermore eyes fades fainting fair fairest fast feet fell firmly clasps flowers fresh gather gentle gleam gloom glory golden green grief happy harvest heard heart heaven hill holy honour hopes hymns light little hand LONGFELLOW look LUDGATE HILL meadows meadows green merry Merry Christmas mighty morning naught ne'er night numbers o'er once onward path pathway peaceful playmates pleasant pow'r ranks of error rest rise roam Sabbath scene scent shadows sheaves shine sight sing song soothing sorrow soul sound spirit star storms strive summer sunbeams sweet tears tempest tender touch thee thine thou thoughts tide Tis a voice underneath violet Wallingford weary winds winter woods I wandered youth
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