 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 pages
...it makes his 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',... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1845 - 854 pages
...it 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; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes, A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing,— sorrowing,... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - Art - 1846 - 934 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ;...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... | |
 | 1864 - 726 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. " He goes on Sunday to the church. And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and prern ';. He hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice... | |
 | 1847 - 828 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys;...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... | |
 | James Hamilton - 1848 - 224 pages
...Blacksmith." He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits ajnong his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach j He hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. Which leads us to notice, lastly, that nothing makes the fireside so cheerful as a blessed hope beyond... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 430 pages
...the bellows roir, And catch the burning sparkfi that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ;...think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rou«h hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing— sorrowing... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - American poetry - 1849 - 200 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ;...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. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. Ill Toiling,... | |
 | Spring flowers, S. P. - 1849 - 178 pages
...hear his bellows blow ; Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ;...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,... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1849 - 118 pages
...threshing-floor. And sits among his boys, And hears the parson pray and preach: He goes on Sunday to the church, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village...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. Onward through life he goes; Each morning... | |
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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. 
