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CONTENTS.

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The Blind Child

The Dove

Tired of Play

I Dare Not Scorn

Early Rising

Speak Gently

The Moss Rose

The Stars

The Village Blacksmith

Lord Ullin's Daughter

Cœur de Lion at the Bier of his Father

Song of the Greek Bard

The Lord of Burleigh

Humility

Sorrows of Childhood

The Massacre of the Waldenses

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On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture

God is Love

Self-Examination

To Daffodils

The Maiden at her Spinning Wheel

Life's Reality

Sabbath Evening

Lama Sabacthani

The Light of Stars

The Destruction of Sennacherib

Milton on his Blindness

Forgiveness

Scene from the Merchant of Venice

Address to an Egyptian Mummy

Lines said to be the last composed by Milton

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Prayer
The Three Sons
Gentle Words

The Departed

The Patriot

The Garden

Common Duties Hallowed

The Farmer's Daughter's Recollections on the

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Stanzas on Freedom

Luther's Hymn

Evening Prayer at a Girls' School

Mary

Prayer

The Mother who has a Child at Sea

Lines

Sunday -

Heaven

From the Persian

Forest Worship

Lead, Kindly Light

The Ministry of Angels

For my Brother's Ordination

Sin

The Star of Bethlehem

Procrastination

The Two Angels

Childhood

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THE SHOWER OF PEARLS.

GOD.

WHEN I look up to yonder sky,
So pure, so bright, so wondrous high,
I think of one I cannot see,

But one who sees and cares for me.

His name is God, he gave me birth,
And every living thing on earth;
And every tree and plant that grows
To the same hand its being owes.

'Tis He my daily food provides,
And all that I require besides :
And when I close my slumbering eye,
I sleep in peace, for he is nigh.

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Then surely I should ever love
This gracious God, who reigns above;
For very good indeed is he!

To love a little child like me.

THE COTTON TREE AND THE BOOK.

FAIR befal the cotton tree!
Bravely may it grow,
Bearing in its seeded pod
Cotton, white as snow.

Spin the cotton into thread;
Weave it in the loom ;-
Wear it now, thou little child,
In thy happy home!

Thou hast worn it, little child,-
Wondrous cotton tree!
Did this paper?-did this book
Spring and grow from thee?