 | 530 páginas
...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 - 608 páginas
...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...that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crvstal uru, For her distant dear one's quick return: Ever, my son, be thon like the dove, In friendship... | |
 | 1829 - 860 páginas
...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... | |
 | Mary Roberts - 1831 - 388 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1834 - 406 páginas
...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 thy Maker's praise. What is that, 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 - 218 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | 1837 - 446 páginas
...bright sphere, To warble it out in bis Maker's ear. Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother...Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick returnEver, my son, be thou like ibe... | |
 | Samuel Worcester - 1837 - 264 páginas
...Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lay* Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. St. What is that, Mother ? The dove, my son : And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan ts flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pnre by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured... | |
 | 1839 - 428 páginas
...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 is that, mother...widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, Constant and pure by that lonely nest, For her distant... | |
 | Salem Town - 1841 - 170 páginas
...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 is that, mother...her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, l»e thou like the dove, — In friendship as faithful, as constant in love. What is that, mother ?... | |
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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 in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child ! be thy morn's... 
