Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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"A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there:
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee!"


"Naught have I else to do;
I sing the whole day long;
And He whom most I love to please
Doth listen to my song,
He caught and bound my wandering wing,
But still He bends to hear me sing."

1. My Beth
2. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
3. Thoreau's Flute
4. And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad
5. Mountain--Laurel

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