Thoughts on the Death of Little ChildrenA. D. F. Randolph, 1852 - 154 pages |
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... LOST , THOUGH GONE , ... 29 ....... Chapter EV . INFINITE WISDOM TOOK HIM AWAY , 34 ....... Chapter V. INFINITE LOVE CALLED THE CHILD ,. Chapter VI . THE CHILD IS HAPPIER NOW , .... 37 43 A DEATH - BED , ( ALDRICH , ) ..
... LOST , THOUGH GONE , ... 29 ....... Chapter EV . INFINITE WISDOM TOOK HIM AWAY , 34 ....... Chapter V. INFINITE LOVE CALLED THE CHILD ,. Chapter VI . THE CHILD IS HAPPIER NOW , .... 37 43 A DEATH - BED , ( ALDRICH , ) ..
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... ....... " MOTHER , SING ' JERUSALEM , ' " " .132 EARLY LOST , EARLY SAVED ..................... ..134 THE ETERNAL GAIN , .... 137 EPITAPH IN THE CHURCH - YARD OF HERNE , .138 Little Children . : Death of Little Children . CHAPTER V.
... ....... " MOTHER , SING ' JERUSALEM , ' " " .132 EARLY LOST , EARLY SAVED ..................... ..134 THE ETERNAL GAIN , .... 137 EPITAPH IN THE CHURCH - YARD OF HERNE , .138 Little Children . : Death of Little Children . CHAPTER V.
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... where they will be safe . I would not like to have them broken or lost ; and you need not lend them to other children when they come to see us . It would pain me to see them in other hands , much 1 * THE CHILD IS DEAD,
... where they will be safe . I would not like to have them broken or lost ; and you need not lend them to other children when they come to see us . It would pain me to see them in other hands , much 1 * THE CHILD IS DEAD,
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... lost its The child is dead . lustre . The hand is still and cold . Its little heart is not beating now . How pale it looks ! Yet the very form is dear to me . Every lock of its hair , every feature of the face , is a treasure that I ...
... lost its The child is dead . lustre . The hand is still and cold . Its little heart is not beating now . How pale it looks ! Yet the very form is dear to me . Every lock of its hair , every feature of the face , is a treasure that I ...
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... lost . He will not come again . ever . * * * * Such thoughts as these have been the thoughts of many in the season of their first grief . As heart answereth to the heart , there is a wondrous likeness in the sorrow of parents over the ...
... lost . He will not come again . ever . * * * * Such thoughts as these have been the thoughts of many in the season of their first grief . As heart answereth to the heart , there is a wondrous likeness in the sorrow of parents over the ...
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affliction angels ARMENIA arms babe beauty behold blessed blest bliss bloom blossom bosom breast breath bright brow cheek cherub cherub band child is dead Christ churchyard cold comfort Crimson roses dark death died dust dying early earth earthly evermore eyes fair Father feel flowers gentle glad glory gone grace grave grief grieve half in shadow hand happy happy spirit hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope infant James Melville Jerusalem Jesus Jesus wept kiss laid lamb light lips lisp little children live look Lord lost morning mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pain parents pray precious rejoice rest saints Saviour seraph shining sing skies sleep smiled snowdrop soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit suffer sunbeams sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne Twas unto voice watch weary weep wept whisper wings YEAR'S EVE
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Page 122 - 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!
Page 40 - PRAISE ye the Lord. Praise, O ye servants of the Lord, praise the name of the Lord.
Page 148 - But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven !" Twas throwing words away ; for still The little Maid would have her will. And said, " Nay, we are seven !" * And all the summer dry.— Edit.
Page 71 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Page 147 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 123 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...
Page 139 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 147 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother ; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 146 - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Page 65 - TAKE them, O Death ! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own ! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone ! Take them, O Grave ! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves, As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves ! Take them...