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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): Our World
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. This world of ours is hard to beat. And he who wins ne’er knows defeat,. And he who keeps a smiling face,. Will find the world a jolly place. But he who grumbles, night and day,. Come good luck, or come what may,. Will find this world has got no place,. For one who keeps a gloomy face. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ode To My Mother.
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): Holidays
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. Now work is over,. And books packed away,. For we’re off for our holidays. All pleasure and play. We’ve packed our cases. And now we must run. For the taxi is waiting. So now starts the fun. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ode To My Mother.
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): The Shepherd
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. The sky was flushed with a rosy hue. As the light of dawn came stealing through. There’s a sign of another wet day”. Sighed the Shepherd as he wended his way. Across the hills, to his fold and flock. To see that he loses none of his stock. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ode To My Mother.
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): Spring
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. The season of Winter has gone,. The season of Spring is here,. For now we have the warm bright sun,. We know the swallows will soon be here. The buds on the trees are bursting forth,. The birds are blithe and gay. The children are so full of mirth,. As they work and dance and play. The gardens are filled with flowers,. All blossoming in the sun. And people are resting in shady bowers,.
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): The Blind Man
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. Spare a penny,. As you travel on your way,. I am blind, and life is dreary,. Won’t you help me just today. Won’t you heed me,. Won’t you pity my poor plight,. For I have no means of earning,. Since the day I lost my sight. I beseech you,. Won’t you help me buy some bread,. For my wife is weak and ailing,. And my children must be fed. To toil morning, noon, and night,. Do not think,.
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): Christmas Carol
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. Cold and starlight was the night,. Softly the wind was blowing,. When three wise men, came into sight,. Unto the stable going. They had come from miles afar,. To gaze on the babe so pure. They were led my the guiding star,. That stopped o’er the stable door. Quietly they enter in,. With an astonished stare,. They had expected to find the child of God,. Wrapped in costly raiment rare.
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): Dancing
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. The joy of dancing,. To music, bright and gay,. To end the day of working,. With evenings spent this way. Some prefer the Cinema. While others choose a walk,. Along the country lanes. Where they can spoon and talk. Some may choose the Theatre,. Because it may be near,. But oh the joys of Dancing. With the one you hold most dear. To feel his arms around you,. Then to sit out in between,.
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): The Painters
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. We’ve got the painters. At our home,. Dabbing paint and paper. We’ve got the painters at our house. The one is rather old,. He’s boss of the show,. The other is young,. And inclined to be slow. We’ve got the painters at our house. The Cook forgets the salt in this,. The sugar in the pie,. She stands talking to the painters. Then to cooking has to fly. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005): Ode To My Mother
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Edith Florence Ellick (Hill) (1910-2005). Written while working at Ash Hill Lodge, 1928-1930. Saturday, 11 July 2009. Ode To My Mother. Who gave me life,. Who guarded me through fear and strife,. Who shaped me for the path of life,. Who made my bread. Who taught me prayers beside my bed,. Who planned for me the life I led,. Who watched o’er me,. Healed my aches and pains for me,. Oft knelt in silent prayer for me,. Who tended me,. When in illness long I lay,. Gave up sleep as well for me,. Who chided me,.
