The Kindergarten-primary Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 39-40

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Bertha Johnston, E. Lyell Earle
1927
 

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˹éÒ 40 - Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head; The stars in the sky looked down where he lay, The Little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
˹éÒ 125 - be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green,; The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.
˹éÒ 39 - And the angel said unto them, Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; ye shall find the Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger.
˹éÒ 35 - Beside the sabbaths of the LORD, and beside your gifts, and beside all your vows, and beside all your freewill offerings, which ye give unto the LORD. 39 Also in the fifteenth day of the seventh month, when ye have gathered in the fruit of the land, ye shall keep a feast unto the LORD seven days: on the first day shall be a sabbath, and on the eighth day shall be a sabbath.
˹éÒ 101 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.
˹éÒ 40 - Christmas ring? Why do little children sing ? Once a lovely shining star, Seen by shepherds from afar, Gently moved until its light Made a manger's cradle bright. There a darling baby lay, Pillowed soft upon the hay; And its mother sung and smiled: "This is Christ, the holy Child!
˹éÒ 96 - I LOVE thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons deep, Thy mountains wild and steep, All thy domains; Thy silver Eastern strands, Thy Golden Gate that stands Wide to the West; Thy flowery Southland fair, Thy sweet and crystal air, — O land beyond compare, Thee I love best!
˹éÒ 57 - God's own field, Fruit unto his praise to yield : Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown : First the blade, and then the...
˹éÒ 15 - Once upon a time, a little leaf was heard to sigh and cry, as leaves often do when a gentle wind is about. And the twig said, ' What is the matter, little leaf?
˹éÒ 30 - Will you walk into my parlor ? " said the spider to the fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there." " Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again.

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