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... Child of the dust , I heard thee mourn , Come , Disappointment , come ! • 93 82 285 Dear is the hallow'd morn tome , Dull Atheist ! could a giddy dance , 109 265 Enthroned upon a hill of light , Fallen is thy throne , O Israel ...
... Child of the dust , I heard thee mourn , Come , Disappointment , come ! • 93 82 285 Dear is the hallow'd morn tome , Dull Atheist ! could a giddy dance , 109 265 Enthroned upon a hill of light , Fallen is thy throne , O Israel ...
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... child , If all our hopes and all our fears , If human kindness meets return , If I had Jubal's chorded shell , If love , the noblest , purest , best , If that high world , which lies beyond , I had found out a sweet green spot , I hear ...
... child , If all our hopes and all our fears , If human kindness meets return , If I had Jubal's chorded shell , If love , the noblest , purest , best , If that high world , which lies beyond , I had found out a sweet green spot , I hear ...
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... child of sorrow find , Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne ? . Whoe'er , like me , with trembling anguish brings , While yet she lived she walked alone , Without a shade , where beams the orient light , With silent awe I ...
... child of sorrow find , Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne ? . Whoe'er , like me , with trembling anguish brings , While yet she lived she walked alone , Without a shade , where beams the orient light , With silent awe I ...
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... things : - But , " Weep not , for she is not dead , She sleepeth ! " - yea , she sleepeth here ; The first that in these grounds hath slept . This grave , first watered with the tear That child 22 "She sleepeth,' Pierpont.
... things : - But , " Weep not , for she is not dead , She sleepeth ! " - yea , she sleepeth here ; The first that in these grounds hath slept . This grave , first watered with the tear That child 22 "She sleepeth,' Pierpont.
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A Collection of Religious Poetry. This grave , first watered with the tear That child or widowed man hath wept , Shall be by heavenly watchmen kept . The babe that lay upon her breast , -- A rose - bud dropped on drifted snow , - Its ...
A Collection of Religious Poetry. This grave , first watered with the tear That child or widowed man hath wept , Shall be by heavenly watchmen kept . The babe that lay upon her breast , -- A rose - bud dropped on drifted snow , - Its ...
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186 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best • His state Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest : They also serve who only stand and wait.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - But present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 101 Our harps we left by Babel's...
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...