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When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The read more
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The little one gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
On, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
It is never too late to have a happy childhood
It is never too late to have a happy childhood
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a read more
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away
childish things.
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning read more
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life read more
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.
Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants read more
Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants round about thy table.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of read more
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.