January to June(white and gold)Roberts Brothers, 1896 |
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... ? For all my sins His pardoning grace , For all my wants and woes His loving - kindness ; For darkest shade , the shining of God's face , And Christ's own hand to lead me in my blindness . A Reverie . What then ? A shadowy valley ,
... ? For all my sins His pardoning grace , For all my wants and woes His loving - kindness ; For darkest shade , the shining of God's face , And Christ's own hand to lead me in my blindness . A Reverie . What then ? A shadowy valley ,
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... shining way , She has met there in Heaven's auroral day , And if they talk their earth life o'er and o'er . I think this very morning they are met , She and one other only three years gone , In some dear place in Heaven secure and lone ...
... shining way , She has met there in Heaven's auroral day , And if they talk their earth life o'er and o'er . I think this very morning they are met , She and one other only three years gone , In some dear place in Heaven secure and lone ...
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... shining ladder up , Whose golden rounds are our calamities , Whereon our firm feet planting , nearer God The spirit climbs , and hath its eye unsealed . True is it that death's face seems stern and cold , When he is sent to summon those ...
... shining ladder up , Whose golden rounds are our calamities , Whereon our firm feet planting , nearer God The spirit climbs , and hath its eye unsealed . True is it that death's face seems stern and cold , When he is sent to summon those ...
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Horace Parker Chandler. A Picture . Ah , tell me not that Heaven's shining portals Are distant from the paths of earthly care , For I believe the weary feet of mortals Oft stand upon the threshold unaware . And I believe that this which ...
Horace Parker Chandler. A Picture . Ah , tell me not that Heaven's shining portals Are distant from the paths of earthly care , For I believe the weary feet of mortals Oft stand upon the threshold unaware . And I believe that this which ...
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... shining page , More sweet than dreams of a poet , More grand than seer or sage ; She had met each homely duty , Striving not for earth's renown ; Her Life was a poem of beauty , Her reward , in Heaven a crown . 55 February Fourteenth ...
... shining page , More sweet than dreams of a poet , More grand than seer or sage ; She had met each homely duty , Striving not for earth's renown ; Her Life was a poem of beauty , Her reward , in Heaven a crown . 55 February Fourteenth ...
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angels April art thou AUF WIEDERSEHEN beautiful Belovéd blessed bliss blossom breath bright brooklet canst clasp cold dark dead Dear Heart death doth dream dust to dust earth earthly evermore eyes face fading fair faith fear February feel feet flowers glad gloaming glory God's gone Good-by grave grief hand hath hear Heaven hope immortal immortal Love January June kiss life's light lilies bloom linger lips live look Lord Love Love's March meet memory morning mortal mourn never night o'er pain pass peace pilgrim song poems prayer rapture rest shadow shining sigh silence skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strange sunshine Sweet Heart sweetest tears tender Tenebras thee thine things thou art thought Till Death tired to-day true voice wait wake watch weary weep whisper wind words
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Страница 73 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone. This is the curse of time. Alas! In grief I am not all unlearn'd ; Once thro' mine own doors Death did pass ; One went, who never hath return'd.
Страница 164 - WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow Some heart is glad to have it so ; Then blow it East or blow it West, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Страница 205 - We turn the pages that they read, Their written words we linger o'er, But in the sun they cast no shade, No voice is heard, no sign is made, No step is on the conscious floor...
Страница 153 - The love that lived through all the stormy past, And meekly with my harsher nature bore, And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last — Shall it expire with life, and be no more ? A happier lot than mine, and larger light, Await thee there ; for thou hast bowed thy will In cheerful homage to the rule of right, And lovest all, and renderest good for ill. For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll ; And wrath hath left its scar — that fire of hell Has...
Страница 79 - How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room, and bend on ours His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends, and children who have never Been dead indeed, — as we shall know for ever. Alas ! we think not what we daily see About our hearths, — angels, that are to be, Or may be if they will, and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet...
Страница 201 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Страница 202 - ANOTHER hand is beckoning us, Another call is given ; And glows once more with Angel-steps The path which reaches Heaven. Our young and gentle friend whose smile Made brighter summer hours, Amid the frosts of autumn time Has left us with the flowers.
Страница 204 - Fold her, O Father ! in Thine arms. And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and Thee.
Страница 153 - Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye, Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same ? Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home, The wisdom that I learned so ill in this — The wisdom which is love — till I become Thy fit companion in that land of bliss ? THE DEATH OF SCHILLER.
Страница 33 - But all God's angels come to us disguised ; Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death. One after other lift their frowning masks, And we behold the seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God. With every anguish of our earthly part The spirit's sight grows clearer ; this was meant When Jesus touched the blind man's lids with clay. Life is the jailer, Death the angel sent To draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.