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William Miller. (1810–1872)

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Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,
Upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun,
Tirlin’ at the window, cryin’ at the lock,
“Are the weans in their bed? for it’s nou ten o’clock.”

Willie Winkie.

Edmund Hamilton Sears. (1810–1876)

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    Calm on the listening ear of night
  Come Heaven’s melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
  Her silver-mantled plains.

Christmas Song.

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It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old.

The Angels’ Song.

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    For lo! the days are hastening on,
  By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years,
  Comes round the age of gold;
When Peace shall over all the earth
  Its ancient splendors fling
And the whole world send back the song
  Which now the angels sing.

The Angels’ Song.

Martin Farquhar Tupper. (1810–1889)

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A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.

Of Education.

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God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.

Of Immortality.

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Error is a hardy plant: it flourisheth in every soil.

Of Truth in Things False.

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