 | Kate Van Wagenen - 1911 - Страниц: 152
...The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snowbirds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little...folding it gently, As did robins the Babes in the Woods. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who made it snow?" And I told of the good All-Father... | |
 | 1903 - Страниц: 512
...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...folding it gently. As did robins the babes in the woods. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-father... | |
 | Lillian Gertrude Kimball - 1911 - Страниц: 300
...The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snowbirds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little...headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, " Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-Father... | |
 | 1904 - Страниц: 484
...on the morrow lay withered and strown. Byron. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, what makes it snow ?" And I told of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Lowell. And again to the child I whispered, "The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father... | |
 | 1912 - Страниц: 414
...That noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snowbirds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little...Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snowfall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, ien that mound was... | |
 | 1915 - Страниц: 488
...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...Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snow-fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o 'er our first great sorrow, When that mound... | |
 | John Walter Davis - 1912 - Страниц: 412
...The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snowbirds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little...Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snow-fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, When that mound was... | |
 | 1912 - Страниц: 540
...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...makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-father \Yho cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snow-fall, And thought of the laden sky That arched... | |
 | Mary Edwards Calhoun, Emma Leonora MacAlarney - 1915 - Страниц: 670
...And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little...Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snow-fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, When that mound was... | |
 | Harriette Taylor Treadwell - 1915 - Страниц: 426
...The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snowbirds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little...folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. 388 Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-Father Who cares for us here below.... | |
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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... 
