Our young folks [serial] . She laughs when she looks up above,She laughs when she looks in my eye; She s a rogue, — an elf whom I love ;She is happy, and cannot tell why. She loves the red roses and pansies ; She laughs when she sees the rain fall;In starlight and moonlight she fancies She sees the great God over all. 1872.] Two Children. Little Hettie is fair as a lily,With eyes of the heavens own blue, Yet the tears oft will blind them so fully That the bright world is shut from her view. 233 She cries when she plays in the garden,She sobs when she loses her doll, And thinks that the flowers
Our young folks [serial] . She laughs when she looks up above,She laughs when she looks in my eye; She s a rogue, — an elf whom I love ;She is happy, and cannot tell why. She loves the red roses and pansies ; She laughs when she sees the rain fall;In starlight and moonlight she fancies She sees the great God over all. 1872.] Two Children. Little Hettie is fair as a lily,With eyes of the heavens own blue, Yet the tears oft will blind them so fully That the bright world is shut from her view. 233 She cries when she plays in the garden,She sobs when she loses her doll, And thinks that the flowers should ask pardonFor being so naughty and Though she s blest through the night and the day. This little one weeps at my knee,And will not be joyous and gay. Dear little ones, which would you be, The child that smiles up in Gods face, Though she s ragged, and poor is her home, Or the child that looks down from his grace,Away from the blessings that come ? Margarita WrlleAi 234 The Little French Girl of St. Sulpice. [April, THE LITTLE FRENCH GIRL OF ST. SULPICE. WHEN I was in Paris, a year or two before the terrible war broke out,I often went to the church of St. Sulpice. A grand old place is St,Sulpice, not so majestic outwardly as Notre Dame, but far more interestingto me. Its painted chapels, its noble altar with the royal seat in front,its chairs full of kneeling people, from the splendid dame to the bonnetlesspeasant, its gorgeously dressed priests, its magnificent organ, — everythingabout it charmed and interested me. One day I saw a little girl asleep at the foot of a statue. The calm, whitemarble face seemed to look d
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