Child life: a collection of poems . eacher : The germon comes next, —Shall we tell how he preached it, And where was his text ?Alas ! hke too many Grown up folks who playAt worship in churches Man-builded to-day, —We heard not the preacher Expound or discuss ;But we looked at the people, And they looked at saw all their dresses. Their colors and shapes ;The trim of their bonnets. The cut of their heard the wind-organ. The bee and the of Jack iu the Pulpit We heard not a word I — Clara Smith. THE VIOLET. Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew ;Its stalk was b
Child life: a collection of poems . eacher : The germon comes next, —Shall we tell how he preached it, And where was his text ?Alas ! hke too many Grown up folks who playAt worship in churches Man-builded to-day, —We heard not the preacher Expound or discuss ;But we looked at the people, And they looked at saw all their dresses. Their colors and shapes ;The trim of their bonnets. The cut of their heard the wind-organ. The bee and the of Jack iu the Pulpit We heard not a word I — Clara Smith. THE VIOLET. Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew ;Its stalk was bent, it hung its head. As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely colors bright and fair ! It might have graced a rosy bower,Instead of hiding there. OUT OF DOORS. 97 Yet there it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed ;And ttiere diffused its sweet perfume, Within the silent shade. Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flower to see,That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility. — Jane 98 CRILD LIFE.
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