acious and heavenly star,Which shines on us afar,Still, wheresoeer we are,Watch oer His. fold. Calm was that holy flightThrough the far lonely night,When first your radiant lightSpoke of His birth. In the still midnight air,Silent you sparkle there,Hovering with loving careOver the spot. Hark! from… … Hail, blessed Christmas mornWhen Christ, a child, was born. FIVE YEARS OLD. THE FIRST GRIEF. The little head droops like a broken blossom Beneath the pelting of a sudden rain;With bitter sobbing heaves the baby bosom ; The sweet lips wear the quivering curve of pain.What sorrow moves the childish…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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