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... paths of peace he led ; Beside the bed of pain he knelt , Held in his hands the dying head ; And long that wondrous tale he told To which at first their ear they lent , Until , with years and honour old , His noble spirit homeward went ...
... paths of peace he led ; Beside the bed of pain he knelt , Held in his hands the dying head ; And long that wondrous tale he told To which at first their ear they lent , Until , with years and honour old , His noble spirit homeward went ...
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... path disclosed , Stony and rough , with brambles thick , By overhanging rocks enclosed . In anger then I turned again , And asked why thus he mocked my pain . With searching glance he looked at me , Half pitiful and half severe , And ...
... path disclosed , Stony and rough , with brambles thick , By overhanging rocks enclosed . In anger then I turned again , And asked why thus he mocked my pain . With searching glance he looked at me , Half pitiful and half severe , And ...
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... Nearer and clearer , day by day , The goal of all my hopes appears ; And , though the path is rough to me , My heart is light , my soul is free . UPWARD AND ONWARD . " Faint , yet pursuing . B 2 SONGS OF THE HEART . 19.
... Nearer and clearer , day by day , The goal of all my hopes appears ; And , though the path is rough to me , My heart is light , my soul is free . UPWARD AND ONWARD . " Faint , yet pursuing . B 2 SONGS OF THE HEART . 19.
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... , Their straw - thatched roofs appear . From early youth to hoary age , The villagers have trod Yon path that upward leads the way Into the house of God ; And there , in one unending train , From immemorial SONGS OF THE HEART . 29 VIII.
... , Their straw - thatched roofs appear . From early youth to hoary age , The villagers have trod Yon path that upward leads the way Into the house of God ; And there , in one unending train , From immemorial SONGS OF THE HEART . 29 VIII.
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... path , Beside the stone may tread , That rises where my body rests Among the village dead ; And , when their holy hymns arise Within the hallowed fane , May through the open window pass The foot - falls of the strain , And out into the ...
... path , Beside the stone may tread , That rises where my body rests Among the village dead ; And , when their holy hymns arise Within the hallowed fane , May through the open window pass The foot - falls of the strain , And out into 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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