 I MOURN no more my vanished years : Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west- winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.  The Atlantic Monthly - Seite 3251864Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1864 - 364 Seiten
...about the future : the NOW is sufficient for us. " No longer, forward or behind, I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The,, best of now and here. And so the shadows fall apart, And so the west winds play ; And all the windows of my heart I open... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1864 - 366 Seiten
...about the future : the NOW is sufficient for us. " No longer, forward or behind, I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. And so the shadows fall apart, And so the west winds play ; And all the windows of my heart I open... | |
 | Lydia Maria Child - 1865 - 478 Seiten
...Beneath a tender rain, — An April rain of smiles and tears, — My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert... | |
 | Lydia Maria Child - 1865 - 482 Seiten
...Beneath a tender rain, — An April rain of smiles and tears, — My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert... | |
 | 1865 - 326 Seiten
...rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and sighing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert... | |
 | Lyra Americana - 1865 - 204 Seiten
...rain, An April rain, of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and sighing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert... | |
 | Our life - 1865 - 234 Seiten
...and tears, My heart is young again. • THE PSALM OF THE AGED. 207 The west winds blow, and sighing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. I plough no more a desert land, To reap but weed and tare ; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1866 - 436 Seiten
...years; Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and singing low, I hear the glad streams run,...look in hope and fear : But grateful, take the good I iind, The best of now, and here. I plough no more a desert land Fur harvest, weed and tare ; The manna... | |
 | Walter Onions Purton - 1866 - 224 Seiten
...rain, An April rain, of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and sighing low I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. All as God wills, who wisely... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - 432 Seiten
...: Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert... | |
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