The Mourner's Friend; Or, Sighs of Sympathy for Those who SorrowJ. B. Syme S.A. Howland, 1852 - 180 pages |
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... feel for the troubles of others ; and oh ! what is more cheering to an aching heart than such a thought ? The desire to be loved is human nature in its purity . It is the first impulse of the opening heart ; and it lives and breathes in ...
... feel for the troubles of others ; and oh ! what is more cheering to an aching heart than such a thought ? The desire to be loved is human nature in its purity . It is the first impulse of the opening heart ; and it lives and breathes in ...
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... feel the worth of the treasure removed from our care ; and the depth of our sorrow is proportioned to the intensity of our affection . " We miss the small step on the stair ; " we miss the little arms that used to twine so lovingly ...
... feel the worth of the treasure removed from our care ; and the depth of our sorrow is proportioned to the intensity of our affection . " We miss the small step on the stair ; " we miss the little arms that used to twine so lovingly ...
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... feel that he has had one trial too many , or one which he did not deserve . He can then look back and see the effect of some early trial so severe that he once thought he could hardly endure it , spreading a hallowed influence over his ...
... feel that he has had one trial too many , or one which he did not deserve . He can then look back and see the effect of some early trial so severe that he once thought he could hardly endure it , spreading a hallowed influence over his ...
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... feel . But why should we make a parade of grief , and blazon it as it were upon the housetops ? It does one good to speak of his sorrows , for he borrows comfort from answering sympathies . That " Little Boy , " of whom it was our ...
... feel . But why should we make a parade of grief , and blazon it as it were upon the housetops ? It does one good to speak of his sorrows , for he borrows comfort from answering sympathies . That " Little Boy , " of whom it was our ...
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... feel them around us upon viewless wings , filling our minds with good influ- ences and blessed recollections ; they are freed from the sorrows and temptations and sins of earth , and , with a holier love , are still ministering to us ...
... feel them around us upon viewless wings , filling our minds with good influ- ences and blessed recollections ; they are freed from the sorrows and temptations and sins of earth , and , with a holier love , are still ministering to us ...
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Page 43 - 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...
Page 44 - There is no Death! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 13 - 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. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 127 - Stranger ! however great, with lowly reverence bow ; there's one in that poor shed — one by that paltry bed — greater than thou. Beneath that beggar's roof, lo ! Death doth keep his state ! Enter — no crowds attend ; enter — no guards defend this palace gate.
Page 160 - and Floy, come close to me, and let me see you!" Sister and brother wound their arms around each other, and the golden light came streaming in, and fell upon them, locked together. " How fast the river runs, between its green banks and the rushes, Floy ! But it's very near the sea. I hear the waves ! They always said so ! " Presently he told her that the motion of the boat upon the stream was lulling him to rest.
Page 66 - Now just as the Gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and behold, the City shone like the Sun; the Streets also were paved with Gold, and in them walked many men, with Crowns on their heads, Palms in their hands, and golden Harps to sing praises withal. There were also of them that had wings, and they answered one another without intermission, saying, Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord.
Page 45 - ... lives. 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...
Page 121 - 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...
Page 66 - Now, just as the gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and, behold, the City shone like the sun; the streets also were paved with gold, and in them walked many men, with crowns on their heads, palms in their hands, and golden harps to sing praises withal. There were also of them that had wings, and they answered one another without intermission, saying, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Page 27 - s rest in his still countenance! He mocks no grief with idle cheer, Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear ; But ills and woes he may not cure He kindly trains us to endure. Angel of Patience ! sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling...