Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... grave , but we will not deplore thee , 150 Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on , Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme , Through shades and solitudes profound ,. Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord , Time speeds away - away ...
... grave , but we will not deplore thee , 150 Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on , Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme , Through shades and solitudes profound ,. Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord , Time speeds away - away ...
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... grave in a new cemetery of a rural vil- lage , while she felt herself sinking under the power of consumption . She was the first whose remains were laid in that beautiful resting - place of the dead . WHILE yet she lived , she walked ...
... grave in a new cemetery of a rural vil- lage , while she felt herself sinking under the power of consumption . She was the first whose remains were laid in that beautiful resting - place of the dead . WHILE yet she lived , she walked ...
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... grave . O , be it mine ! Even now , methinks , I hear her voice Calling me hence , in the divine And mournful whisper of this pine . " STANZAS . IF I had Jubal's chorded shell , O'er which the first - born music rolled , In burning ...
... grave . O , be it mine ! Even now , methinks , I hear her voice Calling me hence , in the divine And mournful whisper of this pine . " STANZAS . IF I had Jubal's chorded shell , O'er which the first - born music rolled , In burning ...
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... graves , And darkly spreads o'er Zion's hill , And there their sons must stand as slaves , Or roam like houseless wanderers still . Yet , where the rose of Sharon blooms , And cedars wave the stately head , Even now , from out the place ...
... graves , And darkly spreads o'er Zion's hill , And there their sons must stand as slaves , Or roam like houseless wanderers still . Yet , where the rose of Sharon blooms , And cedars wave the stately head , Even now , from out the place ...
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... GRAVE OF MY SISTER . On yonder shore , on yonder shore , Now verdant with the depth of shade , Beneath the white ... grave , As though they murmured at the fate Of one so lone and desolate . In sounds that seem like Sorrow's own ...
... GRAVE OF MY SISTER . On yonder shore , on yonder shore , Now verdant with the depth of shade , Beneath the white ... grave , As though they murmured at the fate Of one so lone and desolate . In sounds that seem like Sorrow's own ...
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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...