Dew Drops, Vol. 37, No. 15, April 12, 1914 by Various
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for two weeks it was uncertain whether he would live or die. But at
last he grew well so he was able to go back to work again, more loved and trusted than ever. Though only a dog, was not Berry a hero?--_Written for Dew Drops by Adele E. Thompson._ * * * * * EASTER DAY. Awake, pretty flowers Asleep in the snows, For this is the morning When Jesus arose. Each lily he loved In the meadows of old, Will welcome the Master With blossoms of gold. Ye violets, sweet with The breath of the South; Anemone blushing, With rosy-lipped mouth; Arbutus, half-hiding Your delicate grace-- The Savior has risen, Behold ye his face! |
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