Wood-notes; Or, Carolina Carols: A Collection of North Carolina Poetry, Volume 1

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Warren L. Pomeroy, 1854 - American literature
 

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Page 87 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Page 100 - Carolina, Carolina. Heaven's blessings attend her; While we live we will cherish, protect, and defend her.
Page 223 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 127 - ... the boy : He never raised his head, But still went on, and said, " Give us This day our daily bread." I waited till the child was done, Still listening as he prayed ; And, when he rose, I asked him why The Lord's prayer he had said.
Page 118 - The poor boy sighed, and gently said : " Sister, I wish that I could see!" " The flowers, you say, are very fair, And bright green leaves are on the trees, And pretty birds are singing there: How beautiful for one who sees ! " Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell, And I can feel the green leaf's shade, And I can hear the notes that swell From* those dear birds that God has made. " So, sister, God to me is kind, Though sight, alas ! he has not given, But tell me, are there any blind Among the children...
Page 125 - To labor, she would leave her home, For children must be fed ; And glad was she when she could buy A shilling's worth of bread.
Page 119 - 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 God my Saviour I shall see.
Page 127 - She said, we children now must starve, Our father being dead ; And then I told her not to cry, For I could get some bread. "
Page 118 - Dear Mary," said the poor blind boy, " That little bird sings very long : Say — do you see him in his joy, And is he pretty as his song ? " " Yes, Edward, yes," replied the maid ; " I see the bird on yonder tree.

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