Our Home Beyond the Tide, and Kindred Poems

Ellen E. Miles
D. Bryce, 1878 - 224 Seiten
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Seite 149 - 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 148 - 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 74 - 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 176 - Who fathoms the Eternal Thought ? Who talks of scheme and plan ? The Lord is God ! He needeth not The poor device of man. I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground Ye tread with boldness shod ; I dare not fix with mete and bound The love and power of God.
Seite 177 - Not mine to look where cherubim And seraphs may not see. But nothing can be good in him Which evil is in me.
Seite 145 - 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 66 - THERE is no death ! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore ; And bright in heaven's jeweled crown They shine for evermore.
Seite 98 - They cross the stream, and are gone for aye ; We may not sunder the veil apart That hides from our vision the gates of day. We only know that their barks no more May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea ; Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore, They watch, and beckon, and wait for me.
Seite 98 - Over the river, the boatman pale Carried another — the household pet ; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale — Darling Minnie!
Seite 32 - Let us gather up the sunbeams, Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses, Casting out the thorns and chaff...

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