THE FIRST VIOLET.
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Spring has come, dear mother! I've a violet found, Growing in its beauty From the cold, dark ground.
You are sad, dear mother, Tears are in your eye; You're not glad to see it; Mother, tell me why?
I remember.—Last year, Where our Willie lies, Grew the earliest violet, Blue as were his eyes.
Then you told me, mother, That the flowers would fade, And their withered blossoms On the earth be laid.
But you said, as springtime Would their buds restore, Willie would in heaven Be forevermore.
Weep no more, dear mother! Violets are in bloom; And your darling Willie Lives beyond the tomb. | |
CHRISTMAS.
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"Little children, when rejoicing In the merry Christmas morn, 'Mid your sports remember ever 'Tis the day that Christ was born.
"When on earth, the blessed Saviour Said, 'Let children come to me,' And the little ones he folded In his arms, how tenderly!"
"But the Saviour is in heaven, And we cannot see him now; We cannot receive his blessing, In his presence cannot bow."
"Listen. In the holy Bible, Jesus Christ tells every child That the way to gain his blessing Is by being good and mild."
"Here on earth you may not see him; But when this short life is done, You shall live with him forever Where there is no setting sun."
"So remember, Christmas morning, That on earth the Saviour came; And that still he guards and blesses Every child who loves his name." | |
