. . .Then, forgetful of all our past blessings,
How hastily rises our cry!
Ah! dry we our blinding tears, baby,
Look up to our Father above,
And patiently wait till he fills us
Our cups in His mercy and love.
Twined by Evergreens.
They never fade. Found in Fern-leaves,
Which grow in the shade. Is a Grape-vine,
Bearing some fruit. Holds a Holly bush
Plucked by the root. DANCE, DOGGIE, DANCE. Now, Fido, I have dressed you up
In cap, and coat, and cape;
No, no, indeed my little friend,
You cannot yet escape!
Papa has seen a foreign dog
Dressed up like you in France,
And says that little poodle pup
Was quickly taught to dance.
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