The Mother's Legacy of Mother Love, Bright Hopes and Cherished MemoriesUnion Publishing House, 1908 - 590 страница |
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... gathering the rich heritage of thought from poets and sages , and building into one volume the legacy of love , memory and hope , which every true mother bequeaths to her sons and daughters . V This book is now sent forth in the belief ...
... gathering the rich heritage of thought from poets and sages , and building into one volume the legacy of love , memory and hope , which every true mother bequeaths to her sons and daughters . V This book is now sent forth in the belief ...
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... GATHERING SEA SHELLS HOME .... HOME AND HEAVEN No HOME ..... OUR FUTURE HOME PHANTOMS THERE IS A WORLD ABOVE 481 319 217 390 358 573 391 354 362 547 384 As THE PROPHECY OF MOTHER - LOVE . -By Professor xvi TABLE OF CONTENTS .
... GATHERING SEA SHELLS HOME .... HOME AND HEAVEN No HOME ..... OUR FUTURE HOME PHANTOMS THERE IS A WORLD ABOVE 481 319 217 390 358 573 391 354 362 547 384 As THE PROPHECY OF MOTHER - LOVE . -By Professor xvi TABLE OF CONTENTS .
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... passed beneath the rod ; I wipe from them the gathering mold , I wonder at their growing old , Then I think how long the streets of gold My little one has trod . To - day a little larger pair Are traversing the MOTHER'S LOVE . 121.
... passed beneath the rod ; I wipe from them the gathering mold , I wonder at their growing old , Then I think how long the streets of gold My little one has trod . To - day a little larger pair Are traversing the MOTHER'S LOVE . 121.
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... when he , a gentle lad , Used to pluck the orchard's gold , And gather of roses and lilies tall , Far more than his hands could hold , And still I want my boy . " How well she knows the very place Where you played MOTHER'S LOVE . 123.
... when he , a gentle lad , Used to pluck the orchard's gold , And gather of roses and lilies tall , Far more than his hands could hold , And still I want my boy . " How well she knows the very place Where you played MOTHER'S LOVE . 123.
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... gathering of life's broken thread ; A little patience keeping back the tears ; A heart that sings , “ Thy darling is not dead , God keeps her safe through His eternal years , " And that is all . - A MOTHER'S CARES . I DO not think that ...
... gathering of life's broken thread ; A little patience keeping back the tears ; A heart that sings , “ Thy darling is not dead , God keeps her safe through His eternal years , " And that is all . - A MOTHER'S CARES . I DO not think that ...
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angel baby beautiful blessed bosom breast breath bright brow chair cheek cherished child childhood cold dark darling dead dear mother dearest death dream earth earthly Eliza Cook Elizabeth Akers Allen eternal eyes face feel fingers flowers fond forever forget friends gather gaze gentle glory golden gone grief hand happy hear heaven holy hope hour infant kiss knee laid land life's light lips live lonely look lullaby song Margaret Fuller Ossoli marriage memory mind morning mother's love mother's smile N. P. Willis neath never night o'er passed peace PHILIP PHILLIPS pray prayer remember rest shining silent silken hand sing sister sleep slumber smile soft softly song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet sweetest tears tender thee There's thine thou thought Twas Twill voice wandered watched weary weep whispered words Yesterday Song young youth
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Страница 244 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes...
Страница 241 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Страница 241 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Страница 252 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Страница 225 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire...
Страница 547 - ALL houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the doorway, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro.
Страница 242 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Страница 242 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Страница 547 - The stranger at my fireside cannot see The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear ; He but perceives what is ; while unto me All that has been is visible and clear. We have no title-deeds to house or lands ; Owners and occupants of earlier dates From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands, And hold in mortmain still their old estates.
Страница 248 - I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighi, 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart ; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell : a mother sat there, And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.