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| This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief. Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will to the end-- Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release-- Gives me the clasp of peace. Slight was the thing I bou... Read more of The Debt at Martin Luther King.ca | Informational Privacy |
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Short StoriesThe Tree That Never Fades."Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden.... Lizzy And Her Dog. I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good... The Shepherd And His Bible. A poor shepherd, living among the Alps, the father of a lar... Lily Ford. It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an... My Early Days. My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa... The Remarkable Wreck Of The Thomas Hyke It was half-past one by the clock in the office of the Regi... Lettice Taking Home The Work. Early in the morning, before it was light, and while the tw... The Child And Flower. The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen... The Pleasant Sail. Down by the sea-coast is the pleasant town of Saco, Where M... George And His Guinea. Little George Ames went with his aunt to attend a missionar... Bertie's Box. A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh... Anne Cleaveland. Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N... The Explanation. Lettice's father was a man of education, a scholar, a gentl... Anecdotes. TRUE BENIFICENCE.--Mark Antony, when very much depressed, a... Margaret And Herbert. In a large family there are often diversity of character an... The Reward. A teacher in a Sabbath School promised to supply all the ch... The Way To Overcome Evil. A little girl, by the name of Sarah Dean, was taught the pr... Story About An Indian. A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's ... Harvest Song. Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish eve... A Boy Reproved By A Bird. The sparrows often build their nests under the eaves of hou... |
HARVEST SONG.Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish every fear, plenty fills the land. Joyful raise songs of praise, Goodness, goodness, crowns our days. Yet again swell the strain, He who feeds the birds that fly, Will our daily wants supply. Next: CHORUS Previous: JANE AND HER LESSONS.
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