The Infant's Delight: Poetry by Anonymous
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page 38 of 50 (76%)
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But o-ther gifts for us are spread,
The pur-ple plum, the ripe brown nut, And pears and ap-ples, streaked with red, A-mong the dark-green branch-es shine, Or on the grass be-neath them fall; While full green clus-ters deck the vine That trails o'er trel-lis, roof, and wall. In our dear land the la-den trees Be-speak God's pro-vi-dence and love; He sends all need-ful gifts like these For those who trust in Him a-bove. How good is He to make such choice Of plea-sant fruits for us to grow! 'Tis meet, in-deed, that we re-joice In Him who loves His chil-dren so. [Illustration: BE GLAD THEN, AND REJOICE IN THE LORD YOUR GOD. JOEL II. 23] [Illustration: THE SQUIR-REL.] THE SQUIR-REL. |
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