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abide beauty bird blessing breast breath bright calm child CHRISTINA G darkness dawn dear deep divine dost doth earth eternal eyes fair faith Father fear feet flowers FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL gate GERHARD GERHARD TERSTEEGEN give glad glory God's grace hand happy hath hear heart heaven HENRY VAUGHAN Hesperus holy hushed hymns JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN STERLING Legend Beautiful light live look Lord mercy morn never night o'er pain PAUL GERHARDT poems praise pray prayer Quiet Hours rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH ROBERTS BROTHERS shadow shine silence sing Sir Launfal sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring star sunshine SUSAN COOLIDGE sweet tender TERSTEEGEN Thee Thine things Thou art thou canst Thou hast thought Thy face Thy love Thy peace Thy presence toil trust unto Vision voice wait watch weary weep Whate'er WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind
Page 38 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 35 - So here hath been dawning Another blue Day : Think wilt thon let it Slip useless away. Out of Eternity This new Day is born ; Into Eternity. At night, will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did : So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue Day : Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.
Page 118 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power: And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.
Page 55 - Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see; And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee.
Page 15 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Page 124 - What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
Page 42 - Calm soul of all things ! make it mine To feel, amid the city's jar, That there abides a peace of thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar. The will to neither strive nor cry, The power to feel with others give ! Calm, calm me more! nor let me die Before I have begun to live.
Page 67 - LORD ! how happy should we be, If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest ; And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best.
Page 28 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 39 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.