 WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out,...  Kidd's Own Journal - الصفحة 1401854عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
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...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...Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the... | |
 | 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 608
...heart, to yon pure, 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... | |
 | 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 860
...lays Tuned, like the lark'«, to thy Maker 1 « pralle. What is that, mother I The lark, my child ! And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breait, Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poureu from some crystal urn, For her... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...to yon pure, 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....As the wave is poured from some crystal urn ; For her distant dear one's quick return. — Ever, my son, be thou like the dove ; In friendship as faithful,... | |
 | Levi Washburn Leonard - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 228
...Maker's praise What i« that, mother ? ^ The dove, ^beoiJ? And that low sweet voice, like t^^idow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant...nest,< As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return — *?. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, In friendship as faithful,... | |
 | Mary Roberts - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 388
...character of her assigned locality, as the soft cooing of the turtle-dove to green solitary haunts. " That low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing...out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure, by her lonely nest, As the wave is poured out from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 150
...praise. 2. Child. What is that, Mother? Mother. The dove, my son! And that low sweet voice, like the widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast,...nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return — Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, In friendship, as faithful,... | |
 | 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 402
...hymn in his heart, to yon pure, 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...nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, — In friendship as faithful,... | |
 | 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 406
...hymn in his heart, to yon pure, 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...mother ? — The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voiee, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast. Constant and pure by that lonely... | |
 | 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 218
...a hymn in his heart to yon pure 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 ia that Mother? The dove, my son ! — And that low sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out... | |
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