When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

If aught should tempt my soul to...

I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree

   And wore them all that evening in my hair:

Then in due season when I went to see

      I found no apples there.


With dangling basket all along the grass

   As I...

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