 | Christian poets - 1851 - 470 страница
...before me trod, Hath lent me wings in hope to soar, And commune with my God : Oh would this freshening southern breeze, That murmurs gently thro' the trees,...might, Now frothed in sportive glee — Why should 1 heed its restless wiles, Its heaving wrath, or twinkling smiles, Its frowns or revelry ? — I heed... | |
 | 1860 - 304 страница
...my God. Oh, would this fresh'ning southern breeze, That murmurs gently through the trees, And spread their scents abroad, Bear hither, as my longings rise, The loaded gales of Paradise ! Now wrestling in malicious might, Now frothed in sportive glee ?— Why should I heed its restless... | |
 | Book - 1864 - 366 страница
...soar, And commune with my God : Oh would this fresh'ning southern breeze, That murmurs gently through the trees, And spreads their scents abroad, Bear hither,...unstable sea, Now wrestling in malicious might, Now froth'd in sportive glee — Why should I heed its restless wiles, Its heaving wrath, or twinkling... | |
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... Thoughts clothed in mystic might, That He, who rules in heaven above, Loves me, his child, — for He is Love. One hour upon this lonely shore, Where Paul before me trod, Hath lent me wings in hope to soar, And commune with my God : Oh would this... 