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... dark clouds ' throng . The clouds ! the clouds ! -My childish days Are past , my heart is old ; But here and there a feeling stays , That never can grow cold ; And the love of nature is one of these , That Time's wave never shrouds ...
... dark clouds ' throng . The clouds ! the clouds ! -My childish days Are past , my heart is old ; But here and there a feeling stays , That never can grow cold ; And the love of nature is one of these , That Time's wave never shrouds ...
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... dark , Reposing near the curtain'd ark , The child of Hannah's prayer Heard , through the temple's silent round , A living voice , nor knew the sound , That thrice alarmed him , ere he found The Lord , who chose him there . Thus early ...
... dark , Reposing near the curtain'd ark , The child of Hannah's prayer Heard , through the temple's silent round , A living voice , nor knew the sound , That thrice alarmed him , ere he found The Lord , who chose him there . Thus early ...
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... dark embrace , What latent loveliness it holds . Yet in that bulb , those sapless scales , The lily wraps her silver vest , Till vernal suns and vernal gales Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast . Yes ! hide beneath the mouldering ...
... dark embrace , What latent loveliness it holds . Yet in that bulb , those sapless scales , The lily wraps her silver vest , Till vernal suns and vernal gales Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast . Yes ! hide beneath the mouldering ...
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... dark abode , When thy spirit is gone to rejoin its God . ' T is dark - but thy Savior has shared it too , ' T was the only home that on earth he knew ; And his home in heaven is for thee to share- Pass lightly on till thou join him ...
... dark abode , When thy spirit is gone to rejoin its God . ' T is dark - but thy Savior has shared it too , ' T was the only home that on earth he knew ; And his home in heaven is for thee to share- Pass lightly on till thou join him ...
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... dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless.- But ah ! my breast is human still ; The rising sigh , the falling tear , My languid bosom's feeble rill , The sickness of my soul declare . But yet , with ...
... dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless.- But ah ! my breast is human still ; The rising sigh , the falling tear , My languid bosom's feeble rill , The sickness of my soul declare . But yet , with ...
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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.