blue-eyed grace.
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"Fast to the slippery precipice
I see the nodding harebell cling:
In that blue eye no fear there is;
Its hold is firm,—the frail, free thing!
The harebell's Guardian cares for me,
So I am in safe company."
I see the nodding harebell cling:
In that blue eye no fear there is;
Its hold is firm,—the frail, free thing!
The harebell's Guardian cares for me,
So I am in safe company."
The woodbine clambers up the cliff,
And seems to murmur, 'Little Grace,
The sunshine were less welcome, if
It brought not every day your face.'
Red leaves slip down from maples high,
And touch my cheek as they flit by."
And seems to murmur, 'Little Grace,
The sunshine were less welcome, if
It brought not every day your face.'
Red leaves slip down from maples high,
And touch my cheek as they flit by."
I feel at home with everything
That has its dwelling in the wood;
With flowers that laugh, and birds that sing;
Companions beautiful and good,
Brothers and sisters everywhere;
And over all our Father's care.
That has its dwelling in the wood;
With flowers that laugh, and birds that sing;
Companions beautiful and good,
Brothers and sisters everywhere;
And over all our Father's care.
"In rose-time or in berry-time;
When ripe seeds fall, or buds peep out;
When ripe seeds fall, or buds peep out;
