The Mother's Assistant and Young Lady's Friend, Volumes 16 à 17David H. Ela, 1850 |
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... asked myself : Can this sweet babe be dead ? But it was dead ! and the mother seemed disconsolate . Her stifled sobs told me but too truly how deep the blow had struck , and awakened the liveliest sympathies of my heart.
... asked myself : Can this sweet babe be dead ? But it was dead ! and the mother seemed disconsolate . Her stifled sobs told me but too truly how deep the blow had struck , and awakened the liveliest sympathies of my heart.
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... sweet smile and ever clear countenance are brought vividly to recollection ; so also is her voice ; and blessed is that parent who is en- dowed with a pleasing utterance . What is it which lulls the infant to repose ? It is not an array ...
... sweet smile and ever clear countenance are brought vividly to recollection ; so also is her voice ; and blessed is that parent who is en- dowed with a pleasing utterance . What is it which lulls the infant to repose ? It is not an array ...
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... sweet repose from all the storms of care . Be true to me ! Be true to me ! b 3 Be true to me ! Not always may the bloom Of hope and gladness on my cheek remain ; And when dark thoughts shall shade my soul with gloom , Thy tender accents ...
... sweet repose from all the storms of care . Be true to me ! Be true to me ! b 3 Be true to me ! Not always may the bloom Of hope and gladness on my cheek remain ; And when dark thoughts shall shade my soul with gloom , Thy tender accents ...
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... sweet , he best can say , Who sickening at the city's dust and noise , And selfish arts that Mammon's votaries sway , Turns to his home , to taste its simple joys ; There climbing to his knee , his ruddy boys Wake that warm thrill which ...
... sweet , he best can say , Who sickening at the city's dust and noise , And selfish arts that Mammon's votaries sway , Turns to his home , to taste its simple joys ; There climbing to his knee , his ruddy boys Wake that warm thrill which ...
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... sweet strain , some simple , soothing lay , To dry thy tears , and chase the gloom from thy sad heart away . Dark clouds of overwhelming grief obscure the clear , blue sky , And shadows , solemn , deep and dark , around thy pathway lie ...
... sweet strain , some simple , soothing lay , To dry thy tears , and chase the gloom from thy sad heart away . Dark clouds of overwhelming grief obscure the clear , blue sky , And shadows , solemn , deep and dark , around thy pathway lie ...
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affection angel appearance arms asked beauty become better blessed breath bright brother called character child Christian cold comfort course dark dear death devoted duty early earth evil face faith father fear feel felt flowers followed gentle girl give given grave hand happiness heard heart heaven hope hour immortal influence interest kind labor lady leave light live look manner means meet mind morning mother Mother's Assistant nature never night o'er once parents passed pleasure poor prayer present received religion replied rest Sarah seemed seen side sister smiles song soon sorrow soul speak spirit strength suffered sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought true turn voice watch write Written young youth
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Page 29 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
Page 106 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 60 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Page 83 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Page 29 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 8 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 60 - Let the world despise and leave me ; They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me — Thou art not, like them, untrue ; And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me — Show thy face, and all is bright.
Page 44 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
Page 60 - Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest! O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ; O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Page 83 - The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears : And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years.