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Page 308 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Page 155 - tis lovely! — Childhood's lip and cheek, Mantling beneath its earnest brow of thought — Gaze — yet what seest thou in those fair, and meek, And fragile things, as but for sunshine wrought? — Thou seest what grief must nurture for the sky, What death must fashion for eternity ! O ! joyous creatures ! that will sink to rest.
Page 188 - Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully ; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
Page 75 - Her lot is on you — to be found untired, Watching the stars out by the bed of pain, With a pale cheek, and yet a brow inspired, And a true heart of hope, though hope be vain ; Meekly to bear with wrong, to cheer decay, And, oh ! to love through all things — therefore pray...
Page 245 - The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost be with you all.
Page 269 - I think, thou wilt have fathom'd life too far, Have known too much — or else forgotten all. The Guide of our dark steps a triple veil Betwixt our senses and our sorrow keeps: Hath sown with cloudless passages the tale Of grief, and eas'd us with a thousand sleeps.
Page 155 - Though fresh within your breasts th' untroubled springs Of Hope make melody where'er ye tread, And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from the wings Of spirits visiting but youth, be spread; Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her...
Page 134 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 20 - Pray only that thine aching heart, From visions vain content to part, Strong for love's sake its woe to hide, May cheerful wait the Cross beside, Too happy if, that dreadful day, Thy life be given thee for a prey.
Page 222 - Knight, the object of her affection, who regards it with indifference. —Tell me no more, no more Of my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vain To quench its haunting thirst for happiness ? Have I not loved, and striven, and fail'd to bind One true heart unto me, whereon my own Might find a resting-place, a home for all Its burden of affections ? I depart, Unknown, tho' Fame goes with me ; I must leave The earth unknown.