. Canti domestici per i piccoli . allo stesso modo forza dura e cuore paziente da sopportare. Benvenuto, coppette di burro gialle! Benvenuti, margherite bianco!voi siete sul mio spirito ha previsto una delizia!venendo allora la primavera-ora, di ore di sole per dire, parlando ai nostri cuori di Colui che fa tutte le cose bene. CANZONI DI CASA. Il jSNOWByLL. CONTINUA a rotolare: È così; continua a rotolare, rotolare; Roll per lavorare o rotolare per giocare, tenerlo rotolare, rotolare;raccogliere, crescere, lasciarlo passare la neve morbida e piovosa. Mantenetelo rotolare; solo seHow cresce muovendosi ! Questo è il modo con me e te: Avanzare sta migliorando: La T non lo è

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. Home songs for little people . likewise hardy strength And patient hearts to bear. Welcome, yellow buttercups! Welcome, daisies white!Ye are on my spirit Visioned a delight!Coming ere the spring-time, Of sunny hours to tell, Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things well. HOME SONGS. THE jSNOWByLL. KEEP it rolling—that s the way; Keep it rolling, rolling;Roll for work, or roll for play, Keep it rolling, rolling;Gathering, growing, let it goOver the soft and feathery snow. Keep it rolling; only seeHow it grows by moving ! Thats the way with you and me—Advancing is improving: T is not by the much we know, T is by doing that we grow. Keep it rolling ; if it rest, T will be hard to move it then; Then not growing it will waste, Melting into naught again. So with us, our chance abusing, If not gaining, we are losing. Keep it rolling; by-and-by T will be more than you can do. While you can go forward—try;More is not required of you: Whether work or play be in it, Do it well when you begin it. HOME SONGS. 125. THE VOICE OF THE HERE I come creeping, creeping everywhere; By the dusky roadside, On the sunny hillside, Close by the noisy brook, In every shady nook, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;All round the open door, Where sit the aged poor, Here where the children play, In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. 11* 128 HOME SONGS. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; In the noisy city street My pleasant face you 11 meet, Cheering the sick at heart, Toiling his busy part, Silently creeping, creeping everywhere; Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;You cannot see me cgming, Nor hear my low sweet humming;For in the starry night, And the glad morning light, I come quietly creeping everywhere. Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;More welcome than the flowersIn summers pleasant hours;The gentle cow is glad, And the merry birds not sad To see me creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I c

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• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1870
• booksubjectchildre
• bookyear1872