Poems of Religious Sorrow, Comfort, Counsel, and AspirationHurd and Houghton, 1866 - 274 ˹éÒ |
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... - lighted ocean Bears us down its mazy tides Head is clear and hand is strong , But our heart no haven knows ; Sun of Truth ! the night is long , - Let Thy radiance interpose ! THE TWO VOICES . A STILL Small voice spake unto.
... - lighted ocean Bears us down its mazy tides Head is clear and hand is strong , But our heart no haven knows ; Sun of Truth ! the night is long , - Let Thy radiance interpose ! THE TWO VOICES . A STILL Small voice spake unto.
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Francis James Child. THE TWO VOICES . A STILL Small voice spake unto me : “ Thou art so full of misery , Were it not better not to be ? " Then to the still small voice I said , " Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully ...
Francis James Child. THE TWO VOICES . A STILL Small voice spake unto me : “ Thou art so full of misery , Were it not better not to be ? " Then to the still small voice I said , " Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully ...
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... voice replied , " Self - blinded are you by your pride : Look up through night : the world is wide . " This truth ... Voices . To which he answered scoffingly ,
... voice replied , " Self - blinded are you by your pride : Look up through night : the world is wide . " This truth ... Voices . To which he answered scoffingly ,
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... voice spake unto me : " Thou art so steeped in misery , Surely ' t were better not to be . " Thine anguish will not ... Voices . I wept , " Though.
... voice spake unto me : " Thou art so steeped in misery , Surely ' t were better not to be . " Thine anguish will not ... Voices . I wept , " Though.
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... voice , 66 some time , Sooner or later , will gray prime Make thy grass hoar with early fime . " Not less swift ... Voices . " The highest - mounted mind.
... voice , 66 some time , Sooner or later , will gray prime Make thy grass hoar with early fime . " Not less swift ... Voices . " The highest - mounted mind.
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˹éÒ 132 - Mysterious Night! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view.
˹éÒ 33 - So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
˹éÒ 99 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
˹éÒ 51 - WILT thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
˹éÒ 276 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
˹éÒ 173 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
˹éÒ 26 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. ' Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.
˹éÒ 168 - Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in any thing To do it as for Thee.
˹éÒ 43 - Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
˹éÒ 111 - And with them the Being Beauteous,' Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven.