. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . owed,A. long, slant splendor downward tiowed. Down glade and glen and bank it rolled;It bridged and shaded stream with gold ;And borne on piers of mist, alliedThe shadowy with the sunlit side. So, prayed we, when our feet draw nearThe river dark, with mortal the night cometh chill with dew,0 Father! let thy light break through. So let the hills of doubt divide,So bridge with faith the sunless tide!So let the eyes that fail on earthOn thy eternal hills look forth ;And in thy
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . owed,A. long, slant splendor downward tiowed. Down glade and glen and bank it rolled;It bridged and shaded stream with gold ;And borne on piers of mist, alliedThe shadowy with the sunlit side. So, prayed we, when our feet draw nearThe river dark, with mortal the night cometh chill with dew,0 Father! let thy light break through. So let the hills of doubt divide,So bridge with faith the sunless tide!So let the eyes that fail on earthOn thy eternal hills look forth ;And in thy beckoning angels knowThe dear ones whom we loved below! DOT LAMBS WHAT MARY HAF GOT. ;.VnY haf got a leetle lambs already ; Und so dot school-master dit kick der lamns gwick oud; Likewise dot lambs dit loaf around on deioutsides,Und did shoo der flies mit his tail offpatiently aboud— Until Marj- come also from dot school-house oud. Und den dot lambs did run right away gwickto-Mary,Und dit make his het gwick on Mary3arms,Like he would said, I dont was schared,Mary would kept me from droubles ena-how!. Und efery times dot Mary did vend oud,Dot lambs vent also out, wid Mary. Dot lambs dit follow Mary von day of derschool-house, 1 Vich vos obbosition to der rules of her Vot vos der reasoa aboud it, of dot lambs school-master;Also, vich ir did caused dose schillen to smileout loud,Vcn dey did saw dose lambs on der insidesov der school-house. und Mary ?Dose schillen did ask it dot school-master: Veil, dond you know it, dot Mary lofe dose lambs already?Dot school-master did said. THE CROWDED STREETS. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. ^?ET me move slowly through the street, ! How fast the flitting figures come; ll Filled with an ever-sliifting train, I The mild, the fierce, the stony face— ^^^L Amil the sound of steps that beat | Some bright, with thoughtless smiles, and ^1 The murmuring walks like autumn j some • rain. Where secret tears have left their trace, 668 JERUSALEM BY MOONLIG
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