 What is that, mother ? The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return....  Eliza Cook's journal - الصفحة 1771854عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | عدد الصفحات: 530
...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 low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure, by that lonely... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...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 gentle breast Constant and pure, by that lonely... | |
 | 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 406
...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 thy Maker's praise. What is that,...low, sweet voiee, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast. Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some... | |
 | 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...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 is that,...mother ? — The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 534
...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 is that,...mother ? The dove, my son. — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 226
...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 is that, mother? The dove, my son. — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely... | |
 | 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...bright sphere, To warble it out in bis Maker's ear. Ever my child, be thy morn's first 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 gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely... | |
 | Samuel Worcester - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 264
...Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lay* Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. St. What is that, Mother ? The dove, my son : And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan ts flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pnre by that lonely... | |
 | London female mission - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 444
...bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, Hke 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 gentle breast, Constant and pure, by that lonely... | |
 | 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...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 is that,...mother ?— The dove, my son— And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, As the wave is poured from some... | |
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