Between the Lights: Thoughts for the Quiet Hour"For many years gems of poetry and prose have found their way into a scrap-book, until friends, who felt a delicacy in borrowing so well-worn a volume, have urged me to give it publication. 'Between the lights' is for the 'little pause in life' at the close of the day, when the most conscientiously busy worker will steal a few moments of rest and refreshment before the lamps are lighted."--Page 3 of title page verso |
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... heaven ? Wilt thou not speak and tell me , glad New Year ? As silent art thou of the unknown future As if thy days were numbered with the dead ; Yet as I enter thy wide - open portal , I cross thy threshold with glad hope , not dread ...
... heaven ? Wilt thou not speak and tell me , glad New Year ? As silent art thou of the unknown future As if thy days were numbered with the dead ; Yet as I enter thy wide - open portal , I cross thy threshold with glad hope , not dread ...
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... heaven opens to our eyes the radiance of a sublimer being ; our hearts follow the successive splendors of the scene ; and while we forget for a time the obscurity of earthly con- cerns , we feel that there are " yet greater things than ...
... heaven opens to our eyes the radiance of a sublimer being ; our hearts follow the successive splendors of the scene ; and while we forget for a time the obscurity of earthly con- cerns , we feel that there are " yet greater things than ...
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... heaven with a sentiment not much higher than that which moved a world - sick poet to cry for a desert , " Where he might all forget the human race . " Anywhere , away from man . Heaven ! the world where earth with all its storm and ...
... heaven with a sentiment not much higher than that which moved a world - sick poet to cry for a desert , " Where he might all forget the human race . " Anywhere , away from man . Heaven ! the world where earth with all its storm and ...
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... heaven's God is borne ; Unchained by words , my silent sigh Steals to the Loving One on high . What deepest , keenest , stirs the heart , What human lips can never speak , What ne'er to human ear can dart , Hath voice to Him who shields ...
... heaven's God is borne ; Unchained by words , my silent sigh Steals to the Loving One on high . What deepest , keenest , stirs the heart , What human lips can never speak , What ne'er to human ear can dart , Hath voice to Him who shields ...
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... heaven , Those hues that make the sun's decline So soft , so radiant , Lord ! are Thine . When night , with wings of starry gloom , O'ershadows all the earth and skies , Like some dark , beauteous bird , whose plume Is sparkling with ...
... heaven , Those hues that make the sun's decline So soft , so radiant , Lord ! are Thine . When night , with wings of starry gloom , O'ershadows all the earth and skies , Like some dark , beauteous bird , whose plume Is sparkling with ...
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angels bear beauty beneath BERNARD OF CLUNY bird blessed blest bright calm Christ clouds comfort dark dear death deep divine dost doth earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes F. D. MAURICE faint faith Father fear feel feet flowers forever GEORGE ELIOT give glory God's grace grief grow hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY WARD BEECHER holy hope HORACE BUSHNELL hour human Immanuel's land infinite JAMES MARTINEAU Jesus leaves life's light live look Lord MADAME SWETCHINE mercy morning mountains never night o'er pain path patience peace perfect pray prayer quiet rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH SAMUEL RUTHERFORD shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars strength sweet tears tender Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought toil trust unto voice wait wandering weary WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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Page 279 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 280 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 27 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Page 183 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it...
Page 189 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?...
Page 420 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 191 - I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
Page 256 - Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before ; He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
Page 34 - There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, .The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast. And they, who with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
Page 378 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the...