Poems of Religious Sorrow, Comfort, Counsel and AspirationSheldon, 1863 - 204 ˹éÒ |
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... night de- vise To make my humble spirit's exercise . And I would read the rules of sacred life , Persuade the troubled soul to patience , The husband care , and comfort to the wife , To child and servant due obedience , Faith to the ...
... night de- vise To make my humble spirit's exercise . And I would read the rules of sacred life , Persuade the troubled soul to patience , The husband care , and comfort to the wife , To child and servant due obedience , Faith to the ...
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... Justice ! interpose . Pleasures night and day are hovering Round their prey of weary hours , Weakness and unrest discovering In the best of human powers : Deliver us from Evil ! Ere the fond delusions tire 14 Deliver us from Evil !
... Justice ! interpose . Pleasures night and day are hovering Round their prey of weary hours , Weakness and unrest discovering In the best of human powers : Deliver us from Evil ! Ere the fond delusions tire 14 Deliver us from Evil !
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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 ! 15 STRUGGLE NOT WITH THY LIFE . TRUGGLE not with thy.
... - 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 ! 15 STRUGGLE NOT WITH THY LIFE . TRUGGLE not with thy.
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... night's captives : Oh let grace Drop from above ! The dew doth every morning fall : And shall the dew outstrip thy dove ? The dew for which grass cannot call Drop from above ! Death is still working like a mole , And digs my grave at ...
... night's captives : Oh let grace Drop from above ! The dew doth every morning fall : And shall the dew outstrip thy dove ? The dew for which grass cannot call Drop from above ! Death is still working like a mole , And digs my grave at ...
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... longings for the close of day , He walks with thee , that Angel kind , And gently whispers , " Be resigned : Bear up , bear on , the end shall tell The dear Lord ordereth all things well ! " VIA CRUCIS VIA LUCIS . HROUGH night to light !
... longings for the close of day , He walks with thee , that Angel kind , And gently whispers , " Be resigned : Bear up , bear on , the end shall tell The dear Lord ordereth all things well ! " VIA CRUCIS VIA LUCIS . HROUGH night to light !
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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.