gtime among the meadows that slope from the shores
of the Swiss lakes to the roots of their lower mountains There,
mingled with the taller gentians and the white narcissus, the grass
grows deep and free; and as you follow the winding mountain paths,
beneath arching boughs, all veiled and dim with blossom--paths that
forever droop and rise over the green banks and mounds sweeping down
in scented undulation, steep to the blue water, studded here and there
with new mown heaps, filling all the air with fainter sweetness,--look
up toward the higher hills, where the waves of everlasting green roll
into their long inlets among the shadows of the pines: and we may
perhaps at last know the meaning of those quiet words of the 147th
Psalm, 'He maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.'"--_John Ruskin_
[End illustration]

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see the grass

makes grow green

See the grass.

I see the grass.

The grass grows.

The grass is green.

I see the green grass.

God makes the grass.

God makes the grass grow.

God makes the green grass grow.

"He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass,
As showers that water the earth."--_Psalms 72:6_.

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flower lily white

rose red you

I see a flower.

The flower is a lily.

The lily is white.

I see a rose.

The rose is red.

I have a lily and a rose.

I love the lily and the rose.

Have you a flower?

I have a white flower.

God loves the flowers and makes them grow.

"Consider the lilies, how they grow. They toil not neither do
they spin."--_Matthew 6:28_.

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[Illustration]
RESTING BENEATH THE TREES
By Corot (1796-1875)

Jean Baptiste Camille Corot was a famous painter of landscapes. He
was born at Paris, and while his work was not at first appreciated
he is now recognized as one of the greatest of the French school.

"The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them--ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,
Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down,
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication. . . ."

--_William Cullen Bryant_
[End illustration]

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bird sparrow nest flies in

sorry when it hurt

Do you see the bird?

It is a sparrow.

The sparrow flies.

The spar