 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 land, To harvest weed and tare; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim...  Beckonings of the Spirit - Page 34by Frederic Allen Hinckley - 1890Full view - About this book
 | Literature - 1892 - 890 pages
...desert land, To harvest weed and tare ; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim staff, — I lay Aside the toiling...The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. For death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond... | |
 | Christianity - 1879 - 474 pages
...desert land, To harvest weed and tare ; The manna, dropping from God's hand, Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim staff, I lay Aside the toiling oar; The angel, sought so far away, I welcome at the door. The airs of spring may never play Among the ripening com, Nor freshness of the flowers of... | |
 | Literature - 1868 - 756 pages
...nnd tare ; The manna dropping from God's hand Bebukes my painful care. " I break my pilgrim-itaff, I lay Aside the toiling oar ; The angel sought so far away I welcome at the door." It is, however, in his ballads that Whittier exhibits, not, perhaps, a higher, yet a rarer,... | |
 | 1859 - 802 pages
...desert land, To harvest weed and tare ; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim staff, I lay % Aside the toiling...The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The airs of Spring may never play Among the ripening corn, Nor freshness of the flowers of May Blow... | |
 | Norman Macleod - 1859 - 564 pages
...desert land, To harvest weed and tare; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim staff, I lay Aside the toiling oar; The angel sought so for away I welcome at my door. The airs of spring may never play Among the ripening corn, Nor freshness... | |
 | Caroline Snowden Guild - Hymns - 1860 - 366 pages
...The manna dropping from God's hand, Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim ftaff, I lay Afide the toiling oar ; The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The airs of Spring may never play Among the ripening corn, Nor freftinefs of the flowers of May, Blow... | |
 | All - 1861 - 304 pages
...fear ; But thankful take the good I find, The best of now and here. " I break my pilgrim staff — l lay Aside the toiling oar ; The angel sought so far away, I welcome at my door. " All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than... | |
 | Lydia Maria Child - Old age - 1865 - 482 pages
...desert land, To harvest weed and tare ; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim staff, I lay Aside the toiling...The angel sought so far away, I welcome at my door. The airs of Spring may never play Among the ripening corn, Nor freshness of the flowers of May Blow... | |
 | Cecil Frances Alexander - Children's poetry, English - 1865 - 604 pages
...desert land For harvest, weed and tare ; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim staff, I lay Aside the toiling...The angel sought so far away I welcome at my door. The airs of spring may never play Among the ripening corn, Nor freshness of the flowers of May Blow... | |
 | Lydia Maria Child - Old age - 1865 - 478 pages
...desert land, To harvest weed and tare ; The manna dropping from God's hand Rebukes my painful care. I break my pilgrim staff, I lay Aside the toiling...The angel sought so far away, I welcome at my door. The airs of Spring may never play Among the ripening corn, Nor freshness of the flowers of May Blow... | |
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