Cover of Canadian Wild Flowers

Canadian Wild Flowers

Auhtor: Helen Johnson

Language: english

Genres:

short story collection,  biography
Downloads: 346
eBook size: 112Kb

Review by Michael Gallagher, June 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'Canadian Wild Flowers':

... says:-. O Earth, thou art a lovely place, and some of thy inhabitants are as lovely and happy as thyself. See that beautiful bird, with shining ...
... which gave them birth, can never die. O thought, what art thou. A blessing to angels, a curse to me. Distracted soul, sink into repose: others are happy, ...
... like the love of Jesus. He is not like other friends -oftentimes wearied by our complaints and the repetition of our sorrows, but is always longsuffering ...
... saints and smiling angels wait, And views the city bright and fair,- That Name shall be my passport there. Oh then, in calm and holy trust, Give my ...
... appears, We watch the budding violets, And water them with tears. Oh, it were more than earthly love That soothed a parent's woe When there we laid ...
... the tender buds unfold Bright with purple and with gold In the air,- Or, at twilight when they close Wrapped awhile in sweet repose God is there. Where ...
... short of Paradise. The quiet lake is like a mirror set In richest green where sunset loves to see Itself arrayed in crimson, pink and gold. And e'en ...
... Remembered well some whom they saw that day But sprang not forward with familiar grasp And friendly air, the fered hand to clasp But looked away, ...
... than ours. What other land more blest. The South with all its wealth of flowers. The prairies of the West. Oh no. there's not a fairer land Beneath ...
... for who hath woe. who hath sorrow. who hath contentions. who hath babbling. Who hath wounds without cause. who hath redness of eyes. They that ...
... down the road With chattering teeth, and limbs that quaked with cold, Imagining she heard in every gust The voice and footfall of the man she loved. The ...
... and fears In joys and griefs the same- Since first we learned in childhood's years To lisp each other's name. In quiet grove, in lonely dell, In ...
... divine- A home prepared for me But hours of darkness will be thine, For this I cling to thee. Hark. 'tis the angel choirs above I've but one earthly ...
... night. the sunset flush Has died away, and a midnight hush Has settled o'er plain and mountain height, So, dearest brothers, a long good night. Good ...
... I-be not afraid.. A martyr stood with tranquil air He saw the stake, the fetters there, The fagots all arrayed But, though such darkness reigned ...
... one idol more. 'Tis well for us that ties which bind the heart Too strongly here are rudely snapped apart 'Tis well the pitcher at the fountain ...
... sacrifice may have been the poor and lean of thy flock but the coals of divine love are bright upon the heavenly altar and the great Sacrifice-the ...
... it, but at midnight most, and then 'tis music. Oh, the thought ofrest-of perfect freedom, from distress and pain-of health, of vigor in each nerve ...
... a locket containing his daguerreotype.]. I touch the spring-and lo, a face Which for these many years Within my heart has had a place, A tender place-appears. The ...
... gladly never have harbored, and art thou despairing because of thy short-comings and unworthiness. Art thou looking to the future with dread, and ...