Small Means and Great Ends by Unknown
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page 107 of 114 (93%)
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THE SNOW-DROP. BY MRS. M.A. LIVERMORE. The gentle, laughing, spring had come With eye and cheek so bright; The bird glanced through the clear, blue air, On wing of golden light; And earth, in gladness, lay and smiled, To see the beauteous sight. The streams went singing to the sea, And dancing to their song; Its carpet, had the young grass spread The hills and vales among; Yet not a flower its bloom had shed, The fresh green earth along. Not yet the violet had unsealed Its blue and loving eye; Nor had the primrose dared unfold, For fear that it might die; And on the tree-tops shook the leaves, Which oped to kiss the sky. But so it chanced, one gentle day, While softly wept the rain, And sadly sighed the mourning breeze, |
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