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... I might go As gently to my rest . He seems to beckon to some land Of glory far away , Where death and darkness end at length In everlasting day . " They draw aside the curtain - fair and bright , 22 SONGS OF THE HEART . IV.
... I might go As gently to my rest . He seems to beckon to some land Of glory far away , Where death and darkness end at length In everlasting day . " They draw aside the curtain - fair and bright , 22 SONGS OF THE HEART . IV.
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William Blake Atkinson. They draw aside the curtain - fair and bright , The light of heaven breaks upon his sight . " Oh , sing some song of gladness , Some hymn of joy and praise , That used to cheer my fainting heart , E'en in my ...
William Blake Atkinson. They draw aside the curtain - fair and bright , The light of heaven breaks upon his sight . " Oh , sing some song of gladness , Some hymn of joy and praise , That used to cheer my fainting heart , E'en in my ...
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... fair dove , a welcome sweet , A place where thou shalt fold thy restless wing And ease thy weary feet . Speed on , thou blessed bird ! Bearer of better hope to sinful man Than eager eyes have seen or ears have heard Since first his ...
... fair dove , a welcome sweet , A place where thou shalt fold thy restless wing And ease thy weary feet . Speed on , thou blessed bird ! Bearer of better hope to sinful man Than eager eyes have seen or ears have heard Since first his ...
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... fair , — Safe from the blight of sin , From pain , and grief , and hate , Where death can never enter in To change their blest estate . * Written upon some little children who died of a fever . Not here , not here below , Are they whose ...
... fair , — Safe from the blight of sin , From pain , and grief , and hate , Where death can never enter in To change their blest estate . * Written upon some little children who died of a fever . Not here , not here below , Are they whose ...
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... fair without a stain , Of that sweet rest the ransomed people gain , Where never enters any grief or pain . I watched , when on that region's threshold bright , Upon the eyes hidden till then in night , In beams of beauty burst the ...
... fair without a stain , Of that sweet rest the ransomed people gain , Where never enters any grief or pain . I watched , when on that region's threshold bright , Upon the eyes hidden till then in night , In beams of beauty burst the ...
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Art thou bade beams beauty beneath blessed breast breath breath of heaven breeze bright brow cheer clouds crown cuckoo dark dear old home distant dreams drear ears England evermore eyes fades fainting fair fairest fast feet fell firmly clasps flowers fresh gather gentle gleam gloom glory golden green grief happy harvest heard heart heaven hill holy honour hopes hymns light little hand LONGFELLOW look LUDGATE HILL meadows meadows green merry Merry Christmas mighty morning naught ne'er night numbers o'er once onward path pathway peaceful playmates pleasant pow'r ranks of error rest rise roam Sabbath scene scent shadows sheaves shine sight sing song soothing sorrow soul sound spirit star storms strive summer sunbeams sweet tears tempest tender touch thee thine thou thoughts tide Tis a voice underneath violet Wallingford weary winds winter woods I wandered youth
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Page 24 - And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark; and the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth.
Page 84 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 1 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
Page 47 - what music hast thou provided for thy saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on earth?" There appears to be a meaning in the sound beyond what reaches the ear ; it links itself with the aspects of nature, with the spirit of the hour, or blends with the sad reminiscence or the hopeful reverie, like its echo or response. There is, too, a metaphysical...
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Page 103 - On the occasion of the visit of the Prince and Princess of Wales...