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... breast , -— A rose - bud dropped on drifted snow , — Its young hand in its father's press'd , Shall learn that she who first caress'd Its infant cheek now sleeps below . And often shall he come alone When not a sound but evening's sigh ...
... breast , -— A rose - bud dropped on drifted snow , — Its young hand in its father's press'd , Shall learn that she who first caress'd Its infant cheek now sleeps below . And often shall he come alone When not a sound but evening's sigh ...
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... breast , And parting tears , like rain - drops , fell Upon her lonely place of rest . May angels guard it — may they bless Her slumbers in the wilderness . She sleeps alone , she sleeps alone ; For , all unheard , on yonder shore , The ...
... breast , And parting tears , like rain - drops , fell Upon her lonely place of rest . May angels guard it — may they bless Her slumbers in the wilderness . She sleeps alone , she sleeps alone ; For , all unheard , on yonder shore , The ...
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... breast , And still the sighing autumn grieves , And strews the hallowed spot with leaves . THE DYING BOY . Ir must be sweet in childhood to give back The spirit to its Maker , ere the heart Hath grown familiar with the paths of sin ...
... breast , And still the sighing autumn grieves , And strews the hallowed spot with leaves . THE DYING BOY . Ir must be sweet in childhood to give back The spirit to its Maker , ere the heart Hath grown familiar with the paths of sin ...
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... breast . Yes ! hide beneath the mouldering heap The undelighting , slighted thing ; There , in the cold earth , buried deep , In silence let it wait the spring . O ! many a stormy night shall close In gloom upon the barren earth ; While ...
... breast . Yes ! hide beneath the mouldering heap The undelighting , slighted thing ; There , in the cold earth , buried deep , In silence let it wait the spring . O ! many a stormy night shall close In gloom upon the barren earth ; While ...
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... soul , that scorns to rest Upon the world's ignoble breast , But takes the plume that God has given , And rises into light and heaven ! But when I see that wing so bright Grow languid 43 The Flying Fish, an emblem of Christian Virtue,
... soul , that scorns to rest Upon the world's ignoble breast , But takes the plume that God has given , And rises into light and heaven ! But when I see that wing so bright Grow languid 43 The Flying Fish, an emblem of Christian Virtue,
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Page 87 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 191 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Page 113 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Page 276 - In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Page 138 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew...
Page 36 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 133 - 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 207 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 99 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant, And all for love and nothing for reward, O why should heavenly God to men have such regard *." This agrees with what is recorded of St.
Page 274 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.