Songs of the heart: poems, Issue 538 |
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... no mortal eyes can know Has roused them from their sleep . Not in the ground they lie , Not in the churchyard rest ; But in the mansions of the sky , Upon the Saviour's breast . I A VISION OF JOY . " And there shall. SONGS OF THE HEART .
... no mortal eyes can know Has roused them from their sleep . Not in the ground they lie , Not in the churchyard rest ; But in the mansions of the sky , Upon the Saviour's breast . I A VISION OF JOY . " And there shall. SONGS OF THE HEART .
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... sleep . Oh ! there a soothing quiet reigns I never find elsewhere : It smiles amid the mellowed light , And floats upon the air . No high - born folk in rich attire Within it take their seat : But none the less sincere are they Who ...
... sleep . Oh ! there a soothing quiet reigns I never find elsewhere : It smiles amid the mellowed light , And floats upon the air . No high - born folk in rich attire Within it take their seat : But none the less sincere are they Who ...
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... Save babbling brook and whisp'ring wind . But , hark ! a voice I hear From yonder thicket swell , So pure , so calm , so clear , It seems to cast a spell , Surpassing strong , and yet so light , O'er sleeping SONGS OF THE HEART . 47 XIII.
... Save babbling brook and whisp'ring wind . But , hark ! a voice I hear From yonder thicket swell , So pure , so calm , so clear , It seems to cast a spell , Surpassing strong , and yet so light , O'er sleeping SONGS OF THE HEART . 47 XIII.
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William Blake Atkinson. Surpassing strong , and yet so light , O'er sleeping earth and heavens bright . With ripple light and low , Doth the swift brook rejoice ; Unwearied is its flow , And merry is its voice : But happier glides the ...
William Blake Atkinson. Surpassing strong , and yet so light , O'er sleeping earth and heavens bright . With ripple light and low , Doth the swift brook rejoice ; Unwearied is its flow , And merry is its voice : But happier glides the ...
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... sleeping city Night and morning meet . ' Tis a voice of solemn warning , Mighty , clear , and loud , Rising far above the tumult Of the busy crowd . ' Tis a voice of supplication And of deep distress , That no tongue can ever utter And ...
... sleeping city Night and morning meet . ' Tis a voice of solemn warning , Mighty , clear , and loud , Rising far above the tumult Of the busy crowd . ' Tis a voice of supplication And of deep distress , That no tongue can ever utter And ...
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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.
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