Beginning the Child's Education

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Harper, 1925 - 202 ˹
 

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˹ 120 - I will trust in Him, THAT HE CAN HOLD HIS OWN ; and I will take His will, above the work He sendeth me, To be my chiefest good.
˹ 116 - They know not what they do !' " My tears will never let me see This man that rooms next door to me ! THE DROOK-SONG ETLE brook ! Little brook ! You have such a happy look Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and curve and crook And your ripples, one and one, Reach each other's hands and run Like laughing little children in the sun!
˹ 40 - Do you know how many stars There are shining in the sky? Do you know how many clouds Every day go floating by ? God the Lord has counted all: He would miss one should it fall.
˹ 53 - The regular course of studies, the years of academical and professional education, have not yielded me better facts than some idle books under the bench at the Latin School. What we do not call education is more precious than that which we call so.
˹ 140 - I am only a little sparrow A bird of low degree ; My life is of little value, But the dear Lord cares for me.
˹ 40 - And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowls of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for Adam there was not found an helpmeet for him.
˹ 58 - It seems as if the day was not wholly profane, in which we have given heed to some natural object. The fall of snowflakes in a still air, preserving to each crystal its perfect form ; the blowing of sleet over a wide sheet of water, and over plains, the waving ryefield, the mimic waving of acres of houstonia, whose...
˹ 156 - I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball...
˹ 140 - I have no barn or storehouse, I neither sow nor reap; God gives me a sparrow's portion, But never a seed to keep. If my meal is sometimes scanty, Close picking makes it sweet; I have always enough to feed me, And "life is more than meat.
˹ 140 - Without a speck of crimson For it was not made for show. But it keeps me warm in winter, And it shields me from the rain; Were it bordered with gold and purple.

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