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... holy tie , Heaven's first star alike ye see- Lift the heart and bend the knee . PASSING AWAY . It is written on the rose , In its glory's full array ; Read what those buds disclose- " Passing away . " It is written on the skies Of the ...
... holy tie , Heaven's first star alike ye see- Lift the heart and bend the knee . PASSING AWAY . It is written on the rose , In its glory's full array ; Read what those buds disclose- " Passing away . " It is written on the skies Of the ...
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... holy ground ; World , with thy cares , away ! Silence and darkness reign around , But , lo ! the break of day : What bright and sudden dawn appears , To shine upon this scene of tears ? 35 ' Tis not the morning light , That wakes the.
... holy ground ; World , with thy cares , away ! Silence and darkness reign around , But , lo ! the break of day : What bright and sudden dawn appears , To shine upon this scene of tears ? 35 ' Tis not the morning light , That wakes the.
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... holy towers of Zion hill ! Soul of the just ! companion of the dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heavenly source thy being goes , Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose ; Doom'd on his airy path ...
... holy towers of Zion hill ! Soul of the just ! companion of the dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heavenly source thy being goes , Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose ; Doom'd on his airy path ...
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... holy look his evening prayer , Or gazing , mutely pensive , sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring Hope the while , At every artless tear , and every smile ! How glows the joyous parent to descry ...
... holy look his evening prayer , Or gazing , mutely pensive , sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring Hope the while , At every artless tear , and every smile ! How glows the joyous parent to descry ...
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... holy shade ! Thus I prove as years increase , My heart and soul for quiet made . Thus I fix my firm belief While rapture's gushing tears descend ; That every flower and every leaf Is moral Truth's unerring friend . I would not for a ...
... holy shade ! Thus I prove as years increase , My heart and soul for quiet made . Thus I fix my firm belief While rapture's gushing tears descend ; That every flower and every leaf Is moral Truth's unerring friend . I would not for a ...
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Page 114 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Page 79 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
Page 39 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 50 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Page 121 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Page 75 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 77 - The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 7 - Try not the Pass !" the old man said ; ' ' Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Page 85 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Page 73 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade...