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... watched Her sleeping babe . There was an answering voice That night in dreams : — Upon thy breast " Thou hast a tender flower fed with the dews of love : Send me that flower . heaven . " Such flowers there are in But there was silence ...
... watched Her sleeping babe . There was an answering voice That night in dreams : — Upon thy breast " Thou hast a tender flower fed with the dews of love : Send me that flower . heaven . " Such flowers there are in But there was silence ...
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... watched our first - born blossom die ? Hoped , till the shade of hope had fled , Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet in that dark hour , To think , ' mid mutual tears and sighs , Our bud had left its earthly bower ...
... watched our first - born blossom die ? Hoped , till the shade of hope had fled , Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet in that dark hour , To think , ' mid mutual tears and sighs , Our bud had left its earthly bower ...
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... watched cradle bed Keeps to - night the nestling head , Or on what soft , pillowing breast Is the cherub form at rest , That ere long , with darkened eye , Sleeping to no lullaby , Whitely robed , and still , and cold , Pale flowers ...
... watched cradle bed Keeps to - night the nestling head , Or on what soft , pillowing breast Is the cherub form at rest , That ere long , with darkened eye , Sleeping to no lullaby , Whitely robed , and still , and cold , Pale flowers ...
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This was thy chamber — here , each day , I sat and watched thy sad decay ; Here , on this bed , thou last didst lie ; Here , on this pillow , thou didst die . Dark hour ! once more its woes unfold ; As then I saw thee , pale and cold ...
This was thy chamber — here , each day , I sat and watched thy sad decay ; Here , on this bed , thou last didst lie ; Here , on this pillow , thou didst die . Dark hour ! once more its woes unfold ; As then I saw thee , pale and cold ...
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... night of the little patient's suffer- ings has come , and we see the vital powers gradually sinking , in their fearful struggle with death . - JACOB ABBOTT . RESIGNATION . THERE is no flock , however watched and 84 LITTLE ONES IN HEAVEN .
... night of the little patient's suffer- ings has come , and we see the vital powers gradually sinking , in their fearful struggle with death . - JACOB ABBOTT . RESIGNATION . THERE is no flock , however watched and 84 LITTLE ONES IN HEAVEN .
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angel babe Babie Bell beautiful beneath blessed blest bliss bloom blossom boy that died breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy Catharine cherub cherubim child Christ comfort cradle dark darling dead dear death didst earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fair faith Father feel flowers fond GERALD MASSEY glory God's gone grace grief hair hand happy hast hath heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy hope hushed infants innocent kingdom of heaven kiss lamb light lips little feet live look Lord lost miss morning mother mourn never night nursling o'er pain parents Philip Melanchthon prayer Psalm rest round salvation Satan seraphs shining silent sing skies sleep smile sorrow soul spirit sweet sweet child T. B. ALDRICH tears tender thee thine things thou art thought tomb unto voice weary wee White Rose weep words
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Page 29 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Page 86 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
Page 225 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 30 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 26 - Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.
Page 34 - But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Page 28 - But not as the offence, so also is the free gift. For if through the offence of one many be dead, much more the grace of God, and the gift by grace, which is by one man, Jesus Christ, hath abounded unto many.
Page 34 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 42 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Page 45 - So in the church-yard she was laid ; And, when the grass was dry,* Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,