...she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rej oicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge...

...to him like her mother's voice Singing in paradise ; He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some...

...him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning...

...picture of life as it should be, in his Poem on the Village Blacksmith. Do you remember the lines ? ' Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes, Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.'...

...him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning...

...her mother's Toice, Singing in 1'aradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the gr.ive she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear oat of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Er.eh morning see* some...

...needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, E ich evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done. Has earned a night's repose. Thanks,...

...him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some...

...him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning...

...might alloy her satisfaction were set aside, or reserved only for hours of solitude. 4? CHAPTER X. Toiling, —rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose....