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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are read more
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
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Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the
youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the
gate.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he
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Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he
will not depart from it.
The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing read more
The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remaining over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life read more
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no
memories of outlived sorrow.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no
memories of outlived sorrow.