. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . LDS THOUGHT OF GOD. They say that God lives very high! But if you look above the pinesYou cannot see our God. And why? And if you dig down in the mines You never see him in the gold,Though from him all thats glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face-Like secrets kept, for love, untold. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made/Through sight and sound of eveiy place: As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids, her kisses pressure,Half-waking me at night, a
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . LDS THOUGHT OF GOD. They say that God lives very high! But if you look above the pinesYou cannot see our God. And why? And if you dig down in the mines You never see him in the gold,Though from him all thats glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face-Like secrets kept, for love, untold. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made/Through sight and sound of eveiy place: As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids, her kisses pressure,Half-waking me at night, and said : Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser? —Elizabeth Barrett Browning. SONG. Flower in the crannied wall,I pluck you out of the crannies;—Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,Little flower—but if I could understandWhat you are, root and all, and all in all,I should know what God and man is. —Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Dam••: be true. . Nothing can need a lie; A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby. —George LADY MOON. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving*All that lov me. Are you not tired with rolling, and never Resting to sleep?Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep? Ask me not this, little child, if you love You are too bold :I must obey mv dear Father above me, And -lo as Im told. Lady M/xm, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? Al! that love me. —Lord Houghton. IN A CHILDS ALBUM. Small service 13 true service while it lasts; O^ humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one;The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Fniects the lingering dew-drop from the sun. —William Wordsworth Mistress Maty.
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