Poems of Religious Sorrow, Comfort, Counsel and AspirationSheldon, 1863 - 204 ˹éÒ |
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... hath pity ; Or some pure mountain breeze that blows Its healing o'er a plague - struck city . A voice not loud , like wind or wave , A look made low by conscious greatness , Where all is calm , and deep , and grave , With a full soul's ...
... hath pity ; Or some pure mountain breeze that blows Its healing o'er a plague - struck city . A voice not loud , like wind or wave , A look made low by conscious greatness , Where all is calm , and deep , and grave , With a full soul's ...
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... Though I fail , I weep : Though I halt in pace , Yet I creep To the throne of grace . Throw away thy rod : Though man frailties hath , Thou art God , Throw away thy wrath ! UNDER THE CROSS . CANNOT , cannot say - Out.
... Though I fail , I weep : Though I halt in pace , Yet I creep To the throne of grace . Throw away thy rod : Though man frailties hath , Thou art God , Throw away thy wrath ! UNDER THE CROSS . CANNOT , cannot say - Out.
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... hath made the pile complete ; That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire , Or but subserves another's gain . Behold , we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall ...
... hath made the pile complete ; That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire , Or but subserves another's gain . Behold , we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall ...
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... and insect stood re- vealed , That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ? Why do we , then , shun death with anxious strife ? If light can thus deceive , wherefore not life ? A CITY THAT HATH FOUNDATIONS . HEREFORE , O friend.
... and insect stood re- vealed , That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ? Why do we , then , shun death with anxious strife ? If light can thus deceive , wherefore not life ? A CITY THAT HATH FOUNDATIONS . HEREFORE , O friend.
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... is loathsome , yet He makes it sweet ; My face is steadfast toward Jerusalem , My heart remembers it . A City that hath Foundations . 53 I lift the 52 A City that hath Foundations . A City that hath Foundations Christina Rossetti.
... is loathsome , yet He makes it sweet ; My face is steadfast toward Jerusalem , My heart remembers it . A City that hath Foundations . 53 I lift the 52 A City that hath Foundations . A City that hath Foundations Christina Rossetti.
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˹éÒ 40 - 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 39 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
˹éÒ 57 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
˹éÒ 183 - we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eye-lids creep. But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
˹éÒ 51 - 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 200 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
˹éÒ 123 - Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle ; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.
˹éÒ 12 - Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round, Parents first season us ; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes...
˹éÒ 178 - When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest...
˹éÒ 69 - Thou unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn, Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood, Age that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, 1 1 Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound.