Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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"My son, there is a Power
That none of us can see Takes care of every flower, Gives life to every tree. "He through the pathless air Shows little birds their way; And we, too, are his care,-- He guards us day by day." "Father, when people die, Will they come back in May?" Tears were in Charley's eye,-- "Will they, dear father, say?" "No! they will never come; We go to them, my boy, There, in our heavenly home, To meet in endless joy." Upon his father's knee Still Charley kept his place, And very thoughtfully He looked up in his face. REMEMBER THE SLAVE. Mother! whene'er around your child You clasp your arms in love, |
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