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. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ... worshiped evermore! And I would be the starshine fair That matched in twilight skies; And I would be the dew that kissed His Mother's loving eyes! Sweet Mother of the Living God, In pity pray that He Who shelter found in Egypt, may His shelter grant to me!--Charles J. O'mallet. In Egypt, not far from the ...
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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. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ... worshiped evermore! And I would be the starshine fair That matched in twilight skies; And I would be the dew that kissed His Mother's loving eyes! Sweet Mother of the Living God, In pity pray that He Who shelter found in Egypt, may His shelter grant to me!--Charles J. O'mallet. In Egypt, not far from the pyramids, a mother thrush had spent a pleasant winter with a fine brood of young thrushes. But as the days began to grow warmer, a strange restlessness began to warn them that it was time to take their flight to a more northern country. The mother thrush gathered her children together, and with a flock of friends they spread their wings and fluttered away toward the Mediterranean Sea. There in due time they arrived, and alighted not far from the shore. "Where shall we go now?" asked one of the young birds, whose name was Songful. "We must cross the great sea," said his mother. "What!" cried another, who was called Thinklittle. "How can we do that? We shall, drown before we are halfway across." Then a third, whom everybody knew as Grumbler, began to complain. "0 dear!" he cried. "You have brought us here only to drown us in the sea." Then Songful, and Thinklittle, and Thankful, the rest of Mother Thrush's family, all joined in the cry of Grumbler. "You have brought us here only to drown us in the sea!" "Wait a little while," said their mother, quietly. "We must find a ship to carry us across." "Ah!" sighed Songful, "but I am afraid of ships! They often carry some of those creatures called boys, who shoot arrows and throw stones at little birds!" "True enough!" said Thinklittle. "Ships are dangerous things." "And...
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