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GOING TO SCHOOL.
On Sunday morning early,
While yet the grass is pearly,
The air is bright and cool;
All clad in our best graces,
With rosy morning faces,
We go to the Sunday School!
While yet the grass is pearly,
The air is bright and cool;
All clad in our best graces,
With rosy morning faces,
We go to the Sunday School!
To-day is Life in blossom:
Heartsease in every bosom,
And all is beautiful.
A spirit within us springing
At Heaven's gate will be singing
Thanks for the Sunday School!
Heartsease in every bosom,
And all is beautiful.
A spirit within us springing
At Heaven's gate will be singing
Thanks for the Sunday School!
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We sun us in its brightness;
We clothe us in its whiteness,
As doth the wayside pool,
That holds from Morn till Even,
Its little bit of Heaven—
The gladsome Sunday School!
We clothe us in its whiteness,
As doth the wayside pool,
That holds from Morn till Even,
Its little bit of Heaven—
The gladsome Sunday School!
Here learn we how to lighten
The heaviest lot, and brighten
The day most dark with dool,
And lay up Childhood's treasure,
To reap immortal pleasure
Even in a Sunday School!
The heaviest lot, and brighten
The day most dark with dool,
And lay up Childhood's treasure,
To reap immortal pleasure
Even in a Sunday School!
The summer Earth rejoices,
With hers we lift our voices,
And Heaven blends the whole.
And when God's Angels cover us,
Drawing the darkness over us,
They bless the Sunday School!
With hers we lift our voices,
And Heaven blends the whole.
And when God's Angels cover us,
Drawing the darkness over us,
They bless the Sunday School!
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