 Thames waters flow. O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent...  Stories from My Attic - Page 20by Horace Elisha Scudder - 1869 - 269 pagesFull view - About this book
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...radiance all their own The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands Now like a mighty...cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door Night The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest,... | |
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...multitudes of lambs. Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighry wind they raise to heaven the voice of song Or like...pity; lest you drive an angel from your door. The meeting remained a popular event until the 1870*. During the 17905, the tone of the sermons delivered... | |
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