Category: Children & Young Adult Reading
A Mother’s breast: Safe refuge from her childish fears, From childish troubles, childish tears, Mists that enshroud her dawning years! See how in sleep she seems to sing A voiceless psalm--an offering Raised, to the glory of her King, In Love: for Love is Rest.
A Mother’s breast: Safe refuge from her childish fears, From childish troubles, childish tears, Mists that enshroud her dawning years! See how in sleep she seems to sing A voice...
2. Part 2So Alice put it down, and let it trot away into the wood. And she said to herself “It was a _very_ ugly _Baby_: but it makes rather a handsome _Pig_, I think.”