This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 Excerpt: ... Were they far off--a mile? Or did they join at dawn to make the day? What lit them up?" Then Winnie said, "God's smile, That makes all pure things beautiful above. They are, perhaps, as the dear Lord relates, The many mansions in his Father's house, That are reserved for those whom he doth love." "Doth he love ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 Excerpt: ... Were they far off--a mile? Or did they join at dawn to make the day? What lit them up?" Then Winnie said, "God's smile, That makes all pure things beautiful above. They are, perhaps, as the dear Lord relates, The many mansions in his Father's house, That are reserved for those whom he doth love." "Doth he love children? No! or I should see." But Winnie bent her down to kiss his cheek; 'Twas wet with tears. "Dear child! Heaven's golden gates To all stand open who to enter seek, And all who suffer, trustful, and resigned, Are angels, and though sightless, are not blind." THE RETURN. "Hark! what was that? a step!" the orphan said. "I nothing hear," said Winnie. "You are afraid." v "There--there!" "The brook amidst the rushes brown, And now--a sheep's bell tinkles from the down." "A step! we're followed!" Silent Winnie stood, And listened--" 'Tis the night hawk in the wood. Come, Freddy, we have turned into the lane; Yes, here's the cottage." "Will you come again To-morrow--next day?" "Kiss me--yes, I'll try. Here's Martha, take her hand--good-bye, good-bye." Winnie moved quickly, almost ran--not quite; "A step! a step! the little child was right." Now her heart fluttered, like a bird's when caught. She was not caught; each foot of ground she knew; But surely she was followed, so she flew, Down through a footway Graye had newly made, Down to the farm; here, 'neath an old elm's shade She stood and listened, with her lips apart, Yet safe--one hand upon her throbbing heart. "O Winnie! in what haste from me you fled! I knew that step, though on the turf its tread Was not so bounding as in days gone by; I should have known it o...
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