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Page 101 - We must keep on our work clothes, for our life is not done ; but your clothes are for holiday, because your tasks are over.' Just then, a little puff of wind came, and the leaf let go without thinking of it. and the wind took it up, and turned it over and over, and whirled it like a spark of fire in the air and...
Page 165 - I can" is a worker; he tills the broad fields, And digs from the earth all the wealth which it yields; The hum of his spindles begins with the light, And the fires of his forges are blazing all night.
Page 167 - Caw, caw," on their way to bed. She said as she watched their curious flight, "Little black things! Good night! good night!
Page 62 - Now she entered the village street, With book in hand and face demure, And soon she came, with sober feet, To a crying babe at a cottage door.
Page 48 - Hush ! such a glory was not for thee ; But that care may still be thine ; For are there not little ones still to aid For the sake of the Child divine ? Are there no wandering Pilgrims now, To thy heart and thy home to take ? And are there no Mothers whose weary hearts You can comfort for Mary's sake...
Page 28 - I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.
Page 62 - Well, a day is before me now ; Yet, what," thought she, " can I do, if I try ? If an angel of God would show me how! But silly am I, and the hours they fly.
Page 54 - That God would spare her sightless child. He felt her warm tears on his face, And said, " Oh, never weep for me : I'm going to a bright, bright place, Where...