Poems of Religious Sorrow, Comfort, Counsel and AspirationSheldon, 1863 - 204 ˹éÒ |
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... the storms of hope and fear , And reconcile life's smile and tear ; The throbs of wounded grief to still , And make our own our Father's will ! The Angel of Patience . 27 O thou who mournest 26 The Angel of Patience .
... the storms of hope and fear , And reconcile life's smile and tear ; The throbs of wounded grief to still , And make our own our Father's will ! The Angel of Patience . 27 O thou who mournest 26 The Angel of Patience .
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... smile , that filled the house with light , " My errand is not Death , but Life , " he said ; And ere I answered , passing out of sight , On his celestial embassy he sped . ' Twas at thy door , O friend ! and not at mine , The angel with ...
... smile , that filled the house with light , " My errand is not Death , but Life , " he said ; And ere I answered , passing out of sight , On his celestial embassy he sped . ' Twas at thy door , O friend ! and not at mine , The angel with ...
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... smile of light on sea and land , Lo ! he looks back from the departing cloud . Angels of Life and Death alike are his ; Without his leave they pass no threshold o'er ; Who , then , would wish or dare , believing this , Against his ...
... smile of light on sea and land , Lo ! he looks back from the departing cloud . Angels of Life and Death alike are his ; Without his leave they pass no threshold o'er ; Who , then , would wish or dare , believing this , Against his ...
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... smile and sigh ? Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe , Our hermit spirits dwell , and range apart ; Our eyes see all around , in gloom or glow , Hues of their own , fresh borrowed from the heart . And well it is for us our God ...
... smile and sigh ? Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe , Our hermit spirits dwell , and range apart ; Our eyes see all around , in gloom or glow , Hues of their own , fresh borrowed from the heart . And well it is for us our God ...
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... , She lulls my pain for others ' woe , And makes me strong to undergo What I am born to bear . " Glad comforter ! will I not brave , Unawed , the darkness of the grave , - 109 Nay , smile to hear Death's billows rave , Sustained.
... , She lulls my pain for others ' woe , And makes me strong to undergo What I am born to bear . " Glad comforter ! will I not brave , Unawed , the darkness of the grave , - 109 Nay , smile to hear Death's billows rave , Sustained.
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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.