Violin Songs. Songs of the Days and Nights. a Book of Dreams. Roadside Poems. Poems for Children

Violin Songs. Songs of the Days and Nights. a Book of Dreams. Roadside Poems. Poems for Children

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ...face; As knot upon my Lily's thread, When she would work apace; God's Nay is such, and worketh so For his children's coming grace. Who knowing his ideal end, Such birthright would refuse? What makes us what we have to be Is the only thing to choose: We neither know his end nor means, And yet his will accuse! This is my sermon. It is preached Against all fretful strife. Chafe not with anything that is, Nor cut it with thy knife. Ah! be not angry with the knot That holdeth fast thy life. LITTLE ELFIE. I HAVE a puppet-jointed child, Only three half-years old; Through lawless hair her eyes gleam wild, With looks both shy and bold. Like little imps, her tiny hands Dart out and push and take; Chide her--a trembling thing she stands, And like two leaves they shake. But to her mind, a minute gone Is like a year ago; And when you lift your eyes anon, Anon you must say no. Sometimes, though not oppressed with care, She has her sleepless fits; Then, blanket-swathed, in that round chair The elfish mortal sits;--Where, if by chance in mood more grave, A hermit she appears, Propped in the opening of his cave, Mummied almost with years. Or like an idol set upright With folded legs for stem, Ready to hear prayers all the night, But if I turn away and write For minutes three or four-A tiny spectre, tall and white, She's standing by the door--Long-robed--like stately Mrs. Ham, _ Entering her N oah's-ark: She'd change the lion to a lamb By shining through the dark! Again a thought comes in my head, And I must sit and think;--She's on the table, the quadrupedl And dabbling in my ink! O Elfie, make no haste to lose Thy lack of grown-up sense; Thou hast the best gift I could choose--THE SHADOWS. MY little boy, with...
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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236742435
  • 9781236742438