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Page 152 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 144 - Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary ; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest ; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same...
Page 75 - Though she saw him there like a ball of light; For she knew he had God's time to keep All over the world and never could sleep.
Page 24 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Page 101 - Do you ask what the birds say ? The Sparrow, the Dove, The Linnet and Thrush say, " I love and I love ! " In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he, "I love my Love, and my Love...
Page 154 - There came a burst of thunder sound — The boy — Oh, where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart.
Page 86 - Silently creeping, creeping everywhere : Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere You cannot see me coming, Nor hear my low sweet humming; For in the starry night, And the glad morning light, I come quietly creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; More welcome than the flowers In summer's pleasant hours ; The gentle cow is glad, And the merry bird not sad, To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.
Page 56 - Ask me not this, little child, if you love me : You are too bold : I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told.
Page 137 - Mr. L. Don't you ? so much the better for you. Few men can say as much. But pray, what were you doing in the field ? B.