Our Home Beyond the Tide: And Kindred PoemsCrocker, Cornish, 1872 - 252 Seiten |
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... not made with hands ; And when beside my lonely hearthstone kneel- ing , I hush my heart for prayer , Nearer shall seem that bright , celestial city , Because thou dwellest there . BERTIE LAWRENCE . OH , TO BE THERE ! 27 OH , TO.
... not made with hands ; And when beside my lonely hearthstone kneel- ing , I hush my heart for prayer , Nearer shall seem that bright , celestial city , Because thou dwellest there . BERTIE LAWRENCE . OH , TO BE THERE ! 27 OH , TO.
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... the radiant throng : And she ran to the gate to meet him , As it swung to the wayfarer's prayer , And she took his hand and led him ; For she had been longest there . LONGEST THERE . 71 And they walked through the amethyst.
... the radiant throng : And she ran to the gate to meet him , As it swung to the wayfarer's prayer , And she took his hand and led him ; For she had been longest there . LONGEST THERE . 71 And they walked through the amethyst.
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... in tears and love and prayer . Seeds that lie unchanged , unquickened , Lifeless on the teeming mould ; Seeds that live and grow and flourish When the sower's hand is cold : 98 SOWING SEEDS . By a whisper sow we blessings 7.
... in tears and love and prayer . Seeds that lie unchanged , unquickened , Lifeless on the teeming mould ; Seeds that live and grow and flourish When the sower's hand is cold : 98 SOWING SEEDS . By a whisper sow we blessings 7.
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... prayer is heard He stands , recording every word ; In dell , on mountain , everywhere , He never fails to answer prayer . Yes in the poor man's lowly stall , : And in the prisoners ' cells , And in the rich man's lordly halls , The ...
... prayer is heard He stands , recording every word ; In dell , on mountain , everywhere , He never fails to answer prayer . Yes in the poor man's lowly stall , : And in the prisoners ' cells , And in the rich man's lordly halls , The ...
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... prayer , His audience hall , his house , is there ; Wherever prays the child of grace Is his peculiar dwelling - place . Think you that temples built of stone , And blest by priestly hand , Are more peculiarly his own , More reverence ...
... prayer , His audience hall , his house , is there ; Wherever prays the child of grace Is his peculiar dwelling - place . Think you that temples built of stone , And blest by priestly hand , Are more peculiarly his own , More reverence ...
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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.