 | 1906 - 432 páginas
...Chanticleer's muffled crow, The stiff rails softened to swan's-down, And still fluttered down the snow. The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries...little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snowfall, And... | |
 | 1907 - 264 páginas
...Chanticleer's muffled crow, The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work...babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, I30 And I told of the good All- Father . Who cares for us here below. Again J looked at the snowfall,... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke - 1907 - 272 páginas
...noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. 16 I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little...folding it gently. As did robins the babes in the wood. zo Up spoke our own little Mabel Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-father... | |
 | Alfred S. Lowry - 1908 - 418 páginas
...Chanticleer's muffled crow, The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work...robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mattel, Saying, " Father, who makes it snow J" And I told of the good All-Father Who cares for us here... | |
 | William Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart - 1908 - 280 páginas
...muffled crow ; The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, And still fluttered do)yn the snow. 4. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work...flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. 5. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn 1 Where a little headstone stood, — How the flakes were folding... | |
 | Fanny E. Coe - 1908 - 388 páginas
...were softened to swan's-down And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the windows The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snowbirds Like brown leaves whirling by. 157 How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little... | |
 | Mary E. Doyle - 1909 - 420 páginas
...sky, Carrara Auburn Mabel flurries leaden hemlock merciful healing sorrow gloaming ermine gradual I I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little...little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-Father Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snowfall, And... | |
 | Mary E. Doyle - 1909 - 450 páginas
...chanticleer's muffled crow, The stiff rails softened to swan's-down, And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, Carrara flurries merciful gloaming Auburn leaden healing ermine Mabel hemlock sorrow gradual I thought... | |
 | Mary E. Doyle - 1909 - 412 páginas
...chanticleer's muffled crow, The stiff rails softened to swan's-down, And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, Carrara flurries merciful gloaming Auburn leaden healing ermine Mabel hemlock sorrow gradual I thought... | |
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And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes... 
