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... grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill , Of Sharon's dewy rose ! Lo such the child whose early feet , The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart , with influence sweet , Is upwards drawn to God ! By cool Siloam's shady ...
... grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill , Of Sharon's dewy rose ! Lo such the child whose early feet , The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart , with influence sweet , Is upwards drawn to God ! By cool Siloam's shady ...
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... grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or midst the green islands of glittering seas , Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze , And strange , bright birds , on their starry wings , Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there , not ...
... grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or midst the green islands of glittering seas , Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze , And strange , bright birds , on their starry wings , Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there , not ...
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... grow , and grass shall wave , Where these cold limbs were laid to rest . And years on years shall circle round , Till millions more have died like me : At length shall come the trumpet's sound , All ears shall hear ! all eyes shall see ...
... grow , and grass shall wave , Where these cold limbs were laid to rest . And years on years shall circle round , Till millions more have died like me : At length shall come the trumpet's sound , All ears shall hear ! all eyes shall see ...
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... rapid rein - deer cross'd ; Where tapering grows the gloomy fir , And the stunted juniper ; Where the wild hare and the crow Whiten in surrounding snow ; Where the shivering huntsmen tear Their fur coats from the 10 The Laplander.
... rapid rein - deer cross'd ; Where tapering grows the gloomy fir , And the stunted juniper ; Where the wild hare and the crow Whiten in surrounding snow ; Where the shivering huntsmen tear Their fur coats from the 10 The Laplander.
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... way ; Who sheweth me where the hazle - nuts grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ; Yet perhaps he loves me no more than the rest : How shall I find who loves me the best ? My mother loves me - but she may die ; 59.
... way ; Who sheweth me where the hazle - nuts grow , And where the fairest field - flowers blow ; Yet perhaps he loves me no more than the rest : How shall I find who loves me the best ? My mother loves me - but she may die ; 59.
Common terms and phrases
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Popular passages
Page 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Page 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.