Emily Huntington Miller
Emily Huntington Miller Poems
I know the song that the bluebird is singing,
Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;
Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;
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Hang up the baby's stocking
Be sure you don't forget!
The dear little dimpled darling,
She never saw Christmas yet!
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Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,
Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,
And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,
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Tell the blessèd tidings, children of the King,
With your glad hosannas make the morning ring:
Songs of His salvation, nevermore should cease;
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I love to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
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Oh realm of light! whose morning star
To Bethlehem's manger led the way,
Not yet upon our longing eyes
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They say that the year is old and gray,
That his eyes are dim with sorrow;
But what care we, though he pass away?
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Emily Huntington Miller Biography
Emily Huntington Miller, (October 22, 1833 – November 2, 1913) Author, Poet, Educator. Born in Brooklyn, Connecticut, graduated from Oberlin College, Ohio in 1857. Daughter of Methodist pastor Thomas Huntington. Married John E. Miller in 1860. Children, George A. Miller. Grandmother to Emily Huntington Miller Witherow. Great Grandmother to Robert Huntington Witherow. She edited (assisted) The Little Corporal a children’s magazine, Associate Editor of The Ladies Home Journal. Author of “Kirkwood series”, “Little Neighbors”, Captain Fritz”, “Fighting the enemy”, and “Highway and Hedges”.)
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The Bluebird song
I know the song that the bluebird is singing,
Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;
Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat,
Hark! was there ever so merry a note?
Listen awhile and you'll hear what he's saying,
Up in the apple-tree swinging and swaying.
"Dear little blossoms down under the snow,
You must be weary of winter, I know;
Hark, while I sing you a message of cheer;
Summer is coming and spring-time is here!
"Little white snowdrop! I pray you arise;
Bright yellow crocus! come, open your eyes;
Sweet little violets, hid from the cold,
Put on your mantles of purple and gold;
Daffodils! daffodils! say, do you hear?-
Summer is coming and spring-time is here!"
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