“Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wile.” LooksChildrenHeavenDarkSunCryRainShiningCheerWetRainbowBrooksThistles Author:Mary Howitt
“I know he's coming by this sign, That baby's almost wild; See how he laughs and crows and starts — Heaven, bless the merry child! He's father's self in face and limb, And father's heart is strong in him. Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands, For father on the threshold stands.” KnowsHeartChildrenSelfHandsFacesFatherStrongHeavenLaughingBabyBlessLimbsMerryCrowThreshold Author:Mary Howitt
