Light on Little GravesAmerican Sunday-School Union, 1848 - 144 pages |
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... In one grave had met your ashes , And your souls in heaven . Five were ye , the beauteous blossoms Of our hopes , and hearts , and hearths ; WEE WILLIE . Two asleep lie buried yonder- Three for 20 LIGHT ON LITTLE GRAVES .
... In one grave had met your ashes , And your souls in heaven . Five were ye , the beauteous blossoms Of our hopes , and hearts , and hearths ; WEE WILLIE . Two asleep lie buried yonder- Three for 20 LIGHT ON LITTLE GRAVES .
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... soul's delight . But Providence - that gives and takes away By His own law - is merciful and just ; Time wants not power to soften all regrets , And prayer , and thought , can bring to worst distress Due resignation . Therefore , though ...
... soul's delight . But Providence - that gives and takes away By His own law - is merciful and just ; Time wants not power to soften all regrets , And prayer , and thought , can bring to worst distress Due resignation . Therefore , though ...
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... soul to that softer world was tending- My home was still with the songs and beams . My brothers ! -my heart grew daily fonder , When gazing on each young smiling face ; But I yearned for the brothers who , sparkling yonder , Had sung to ...
... soul to that softer world was tending- My home was still with the songs and beams . My brothers ! -my heart grew daily fonder , When gazing on each young smiling face ; But I yearned for the brothers who , sparkling yonder , Had sung to ...
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... soul away ! Lately launched , a trembling stranger , On this world's wild boisterous flood , Pierced with sorrow , tossed with danger , Gladly I return to God . Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee , Now my trembling heart , find ...
... soul away ! Lately launched , a trembling stranger , On this world's wild boisterous flood , Pierced with sorrow , tossed with danger , Gladly I return to God . Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee , Now my trembling heart , find ...
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... rose leaves ) there Thy soul were fluttering . Oh ! I would gaze for ever Upon that waxen face ; So passionless , so pure ; The little shrine were sure An angel's dwelling - place . 33 Thou weepest , childless mother ! Ay , weep '
... rose leaves ) there Thy soul were fluttering . Oh ! I would gaze for ever Upon that waxen face ; So passionless , so pure ; The little shrine were sure An angel's dwelling - place . 33 Thou weepest , childless mother ! Ay , weep '
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afflicted angel arms babe BARRY CORNWALL beams beautiful blessed blest blind boy bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES cheer CHERUB BAND clasp cradle dark dead dear death doth earth earthly evermore face fair Father feel first-born flowers fond gazed gentle glad grief grieve hand happy happy day hath hear heart heaven holy hope INFANT kiss lamb LEIGH HUNT little baby little children LITTLE GRAVES little lonely grave look morning mournful mother murmur ne'er neath never night nursling o'er thy pain pale peace perfect bliss pray prayer quiet round seraphs sigh silent sing sister sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring sunny sweet tears tender thee thou art thou wert thought thy little thy rest tomb tree Twas Twill voice wake watch weep whisper wild Williams Haynes wings YEAR'S EVE
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Page 109 - 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 85 - 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.
Page 98 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 46 - O sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies, And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise, And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that blow, And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go.
Page 85 - They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care ; And saints upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 75 - MOTHER, how still the baby lies ! I cannot hear his breath ; I cannot see his laughing eyes — They tell me this is death. My little work I thought to bring, And sat down by his bed, And pleasantly I tried to sing — They hushed me — he is dead. They say that he again will rise, More beautiful than now ; That God will bless him in the skies — 0, mother, tell me how...
Page 47 - All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
Page 85 - 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 106 - The food for grave inquiring speech he everywhere doth find: Strange questions doth he ask of me, when we together walk ; He scarcely thinks as children think, or talks as children talk ; Nor cares he much for childish sports, dotes not on bat or ball, But looks on manhood's ways and works, and aptly mimics all. His little heart is busy still, and oftentimes perplext With thoughts about this world of ours, and thoughts about the next...
Page 42 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.