They grow around the homes of all the land Silent music! Daffodils, roses that stand Like pink sweet girls–music to see The growing of beautiful
“Oh the joy of knowing that we are yours forever, Yours in the trials of life, and Yours in the last dread trial of death,
“These words show us that contentment is not a natural propensity of man. “Ill weeds grow apace.” Covetousness, discontent, and murmuring are as natural to
Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a
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