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The Hymn Of The Wiltshire Laborers – Charles Dickens

O God! who by Thy prophet’s hand  Didst smite the rocky brake,  Whence water came, at Thy command,  Thy people’s thirst to slake;  Strike, now, upon this granite wall,  Stern, obdurate, and high;  And let some drops of pity fall  … Continue reading

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Squire Norton’s Song – Charles Dickens

The child and the old man sat alone  In the quiet, peaceful shade  Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown  In the deep, thick forest glade.  It was a soft and pleasant sound,  That rustling of the oak;  … Continue reading

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Little Nell’s Funeral – Charles Dickens

And now the bell, – the bell  She had so often heard by night and day  And listened to with solemn pleasure,  E’en as a living voice, –  Rung its remorseless toll for her,  So young, so beautiful, so good.  … Continue reading

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Gabriel’s Grub Song – Charles Dickens

Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,  A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;  A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;  A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat;  Rank grass overhead, … Continue reading

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A Child’s Hymn – Charles Dickens

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,  Ere I lay me down to sleep;  Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,  Round my bed their vigil keep.  My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy  Far outweighs them, every one;  Down before Thy … Continue reading

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Poem – George Edmunds’ Song – Charles Dickens

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;  Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!  How like the hopes of childhood’s day,  Thick clust’ring on the bough!  How like those hopes in their decay-  How faded … Continue reading

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Poem – The Ivy Green – Charles Dickens

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,  That creepeth o’er ruins old!  Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,  In his cell so lone and cold.  The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,  To pleasure his … Continue reading

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