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Side 12
... Thou'rt weary now with watching , Sweet mother , go to rest : There seems no pain to stir him , The peril sure is past ; For see , his soft hand clasp'd in thine , He heeds nor storm nor blast . Why dost thou gaze so wildly ? Why strain ...
... Thou'rt weary now with watching , Sweet mother , go to rest : There seems no pain to stir him , The peril sure is past ; For see , his soft hand clasp'd in thine , He heeds nor storm nor blast . Why dost thou gaze so wildly ? Why strain ...
Side 24
... thou wast wont to bless , Though bless'd no more , is thine no less ; Nor shall it fade in wretchedness , And solitude , and gloom . Yet many have I seen and see As fair in face and mien ; But none , O none , that e'er to me Can be what ...
... thou wast wont to bless , Though bless'd no more , is thine no less ; Nor shall it fade in wretchedness , And solitude , and gloom . Yet many have I seen and see As fair in face and mien ; But none , O none , that e'er to me Can be what ...
Side 30
... thou fair - hair'd boy ! Thou art come to the land of light and joy , To the home of each fair and lovely thing , Where the bright flowers blow , and the sweet birds sing , Where the founts are clear as the skies above , And the soft ...
... thou fair - hair'd boy ! Thou art come to the land of light and joy , To the home of each fair and lovely thing , Where the bright flowers blow , and the sweet birds sing , Where the founts are clear as the skies above , And the soft ...
Side 31
... thou fair - hair'd boy ! LAMENT OF THE INDIAN WOMAN . AND art thou changed to clay ? Gone to the spirits ' land , pale warrior - boy ? We mourn the fatal day That saw thee rushing swiftly , and with joy , To the dark forest where the ...
... thou fair - hair'd boy ! LAMENT OF THE INDIAN WOMAN . AND art thou changed to clay ? Gone to the spirits ' land , pale warrior - boy ? We mourn the fatal day That saw thee rushing swiftly , and with joy , To the dark forest where the ...
Side 32
... thou shalt seek in vain for a stone to tell thee in what part of the land of oblivion he was laid ; even that frail memorial of him , of whatever materials it was made , has mouldered away : where , then , is he ? The inspired penman ...
... thou shalt seek in vain for a stone to tell thee in what part of the land of oblivion he was laid ; even that frail memorial of him , of whatever materials it was made , has mouldered away : where , then , is he ? The inspired penman ...
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Side 196 - For I have received of the LORD that which also I delivered unto you, That the Lord JESUS, the same night in which he was betrayed, took bread ; and when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat ; this is my body, which is broken for you : this do in remembrance of me.
Side 130 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Side 66 - Wherefore when He cometh into the world, he saith, Sacrifice and offering Thou wouldest not, but a body hast Thou prepared me : in burnt-offerings and sacrifices for sin Thou hast had no pleasure. Then said I, Lo, I come (in the volume of the book it is written of me,) to do Thy will, O God.
Side 131 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With...
Side 130 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Side 408 - Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever the earth and the world were made, thou art God from everlasting, and world without end.
Side 66 - And he said unto them, These are the words which I spake unto you, while I was yet with you, that all things must be fulfilled which were written in the law of Moses, and in the Prophets, and in the Psalms concerning me.
Side 35 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 160 - And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried: they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, "It is my people:" and they shall say, "The Lord is my God.
Side 66 - For the bodies of those beasts, whose blood is brought into the sanctuary by the high priest for sin, are burned without the camp. " Wherefore Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people with his own blood, suffered without the gate.