 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 páginas
...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies;...Each morning sees some task begin Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1845 - 854 páginas
...makes Ms heart rejoice. It sounds to Urn like her mothir's vuire, Singing in Paradise! He nteds must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies;...life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Eat-h evening gees it close; Something attempted, something done, lias earn'da night's repuse. Thanks,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 páginas
...his heart rejoice. It sounds to him, like her mother^s voice, Singing — in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard — rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward — through life he goes: Each morning... | |
 | John Keese - 1845 - 338 páginas
...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 300 páginas
...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 páginas
...his heart rejoice. It sounds lo him. like her mother's voice, Singing — in Paradise J He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard — rough hand he wipca A tear from out his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing— sorrowing — Onward — through life he goes:... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 páginas
...once more, How in the grave she iies ; And with his hard — rough hand he wipes A tear from out hid eyes. Toiling— rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward...morning — sees some task begin* Each evening — sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. •• Thanks, thanks... | |
 | William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 292 páginas
...more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyfen Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 páginas
...heart rejoice. ;t It sounds to him like her mother's voice, » Sinking in Paradise! lie needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rou^h hand he wipe* ARTHUR'S MAGAZINE. " Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing', Onward through life... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 páginas
...his heart rejoice. It Rounds to him, like her mother*s voice, Singing—in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard—rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing—sorrowingOnward— through... | |
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It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he... 
