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... bear my sad heart to ? Some one surely would be my stay , Some one must love me better than they ! Yes , fair child , there is One above , Who loves thee with an unchangeable love ; He who formed these frail , dear things , To which the ...
... bear my sad heart to ? Some one surely would be my stay , Some one must love me better than they ! Yes , fair child , there is One above , Who loves thee with an unchangeable love ; He who formed these frail , dear things , To which the ...
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... bear ; Ye would teach our souls from the earth to rise ; Ye would bid us its grovelling scenes despise ; Ye would tell us that all its pursuits are vain , That pleasure is toil - ambition is pain , — That its bliss is touch'd with a ...
... bear ; Ye would teach our souls from the earth to rise ; Ye would bid us its grovelling scenes despise ; Ye would tell us that all its pursuits are vain , That pleasure is toil - ambition is pain , — That its bliss is touch'd with a ...
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... Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise . Ye that in waters glide , and ye that walk The earth , and stately tread or lowly creep ! Witness if I be silent morn or even , To hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made vocal ...
... Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise . Ye that in waters glide , and ye that walk The earth , and stately tread or lowly creep ! Witness if I be silent morn or even , To hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made vocal ...
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... Bear it through temptation's hour , Still the conflict , soothe its sighs , And plant it ' neath congenial skies . XXVII . THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS . WE walked along , while bright and red Uprose the morning sun ; And Matthew stopped ...
... Bear it through temptation's hour , Still the conflict , soothe its sighs , And plant it ' neath congenial skies . XXVII . THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS . WE walked along , while bright and red Uprose the morning sun ; And Matthew stopped ...
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... bear Serene the ills of life . XXXI . SABBATH MORNING . DEAR is the hallow'd morn to me , When village bells awake the day ; And , by their sacred minstrelsy , Call me from earthly cares away . And dear to me the winged hour , Spent in ...
... bear Serene the ills of life . XXXI . SABBATH MORNING . DEAR is the hallow'd morn to me , When village bells awake the day ; And , by their sacred minstrelsy , Call me from earthly cares away . And dear to me the winged hour , Spent in ...
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Page 35 - 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. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye Sons of Light, Angels — for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing — ye in heaven; On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 94 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them.
Page 34 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'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.
Page 92 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 35 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 87 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 91 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Page 75 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Page 95 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 45 - No fountain from its rocky cave E'er tripped with foot so free ; She seemed as happy as a wave That dances on the sea. ISO " There came from me a sigh of pain Which I could ill confine ; I looked at her and looked again: — And did not wish her mine.