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196 psl. - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
177 psl. - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too : For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
196 psl. - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
90 psl. - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more : For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
198 psl. - My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit I sit and sing to them. "And often, after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay Till God released her of her pain, And then she went away.
198 psl. - In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
41 psl. - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too.
32 psl. - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.