Our Home Beyond the Tide: And Kindred PoemsCrocker, Cornish, 1872 - 252 Seiten |
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... walls I can see ; Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes Between that fair city and me . " BOSTON : CROCKER , CORNISH , & CO . , No. 515 WASHINGTON STREET . 1872 . Entered , according to Act of Congress , in the.
... walls I can see ; Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes Between that fair city and me . " BOSTON : CROCKER , CORNISH , & CO . , No. 515 WASHINGTON STREET . 1872 . Entered , according to Act of Congress , in the.
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... fair . We soon shall pass along ; And a holy joy shall fill our hearts As we greet the shining throng ---- Who walk those streets through the endless day , Earth's dear ones side by side . Oh , the bliss that awaits us when we reach Our ...
... fair . We soon shall pass along ; And a holy joy shall fill our hearts As we greet the shining throng ---- Who walk those streets through the endless day , Earth's dear ones side by side . Oh , the bliss that awaits us when we reach Our ...
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... fair , O'er the sparkling waters bends ; And beneath its shade , with unmeasured bliss , We shall meet our cherished friends . Oh , we soon shall rest in those sacred bowers , Where no cynic our love shall chide , And the saints ...
... fair , O'er the sparkling waters bends ; And beneath its shade , with unmeasured bliss , We shall meet our cherished friends . Oh , we soon shall rest in those sacred bowers , Where no cynic our love shall chide , And the saints ...
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... fair shore ; And the low farewell Which so sadly fell I shall hear from her lips nevermore . 17 O Father ! whose love hath prepared us a home Where the rivers of blessedness roll On the surges of Time , May thy promise sublime Still ...
... fair shore ; And the low farewell Which so sadly fell I shall hear from her lips nevermore . 17 O Father ! whose love hath prepared us a home Where the rivers of blessedness roll On the surges of Time , May thy promise sublime Still ...
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... fair bud of a faded wreath , Whose bloom the white frost nips . Robin , hushed in your downy bed Over the swinging bough , Do you miss her voice from your glad duet , When the dew in the heart of the rose is set , Till its velvet lips ...
... fair bud of a faded wreath , Whose bloom the white frost nips . Robin , hushed in your downy bed Over the swinging bough , Do you miss her voice from your glad duet , When the dew in the heart of the rose is set , Till its velvet lips ...
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ALICE CARY angels ANONYMOUS beautiful land beloved sleep better land blessed bloom blossoms breath bright brow calm cheerful child clouds crown dark dear death dream earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fade fair fair city faith Father fear feet flowers flushing river forever friends gates gentle giveth His beloved glad gleam glorious glory God's golden gone grief HANAFORD hands HARRIET BEECHER STOWE hath heart heaven heavenly HELEN HUNT holy HORATIUS BONAR hour hushed immortal Life's light little hour look Lord LOUISE CHANDLER MOUlton loved and lost LUCY LARCOM morn mortal mother nearer neath never o'er pain path peace pearly gates prayer rest river royal hours Seeds shadows shining shore silent sing skies smile song sorrow soul spirit strife sweet tears tender thine thou throne tide to-day toil trod trust unseen veil voice wait watch weary weep ΤΙΜ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 193 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Seite 192 - I long for household voices gone, For vanished smiles I long, But God hath led my dear ones on, And He can do no wrong. I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies.
Seite 158 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Seite 191 - I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within ; I hear, with groan and travail-cries. The world confess its sin. Yet in the maddening maze of things. And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed stake my spirit clings: I know that God is good!
Seite 159 - Let us be patient. These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Seite 76 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
Seite 155 - ONE sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before; Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown.
Seite 220 - What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Seite 100 - And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold Is flushing river and hill and shore, I shall one day stand by the water cold, And list for the sound of the boatman's oar; I shall watch for a gleam of the...
Seite 199 - As some rare perfume in a vase of clay Pervades it with a fragrance not its own, So, when Thou dwellest in a mortal soul, All heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown.