The Treasury of American Sacred Song: With Notes Explanatory and BiographicalWilliam Garrett Horder H. Frowde, 1896 - 387 páginas |
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... breast- The quiet of that moment too is thine ; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps . THE TIDES THE mods the calm fields with light ; HE moon is at her full , and , riding high , The airs that hover ...
... breast- The quiet of that moment too is thine ; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps . THE TIDES THE mods the calm fields with light ; HE moon is at her full , and , riding high , The airs that hover ...
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... breast , And all is clear from east to west . ' I came to thee as to a friend ; Dearest , to thee I did not send Tutors , but a joyful eye , Innocence that matched the sky , Lovely locks , a form of wonder , Laughter rich as woodland ...
... breast , And all is clear from east to west . ' I came to thee as to a friend ; Dearest , to thee I did not send Tutors , but a joyful eye , Innocence that matched the sky , Lovely locks , a form of wonder , Laughter rich as woodland ...
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... breast , And thus to journey on ! NATURE S a fond mother , when the day is o'er , As Leads by the hand her little child to bed , Half willing , half reluctant to be led , And leave his broken playthings on the floor , Still gazing at ...
... breast , And thus to journey on ! NATURE S a fond mother , when the day is o'er , As Leads by the hand her little child to bed , Half willing , half reluctant to be led , And leave his broken playthings on the floor , Still gazing at ...
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... breast , And all is dark as night to me , Here , as on solid rock , I rest , That so it seemeth good to Thee . Be this my joy , that evermore Thou rulest all things at Thy will ; Thy sovereign wisdom I adore , And calmly , sweetly ...
... breast , And all is dark as night to me , Here , as on solid rock , I rest , That so it seemeth good to Thee . Be this my joy , that evermore Thou rulest all things at Thy will ; Thy sovereign wisdom I adore , And calmly , sweetly ...
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... breast . For faith can make the desert bloom ; And , through the vistas dim , Love sees , in sunlight or in gloom , All pathways lead to Him . TH THE COMPASS HOU art , O God , my 72 WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH Samuel Dowse Robbins ...
... breast . For faith can make the desert bloom ; And , through the vistas dim , Love sees , in sunlight or in gloom , All pathways lead to Him . TH THE COMPASS HOU art , O God , my 72 WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH Samuel Dowse Robbins ...
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angels beauty beneath blessed breast breath bright calm child Christ dark dawn dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth Edith Matilda Thomas Edmund Clarence Stedman Edward Rowland Sill eternal eyes face fair faith Father fear feet flowers Galilee glad glory God's golden grace grief grow hand Harvard Divinity School hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horatio Nelson hour hush HYMN immortal Ina Donna Coolbrith life's lift light lips living look Lord Louise Chandler Moulton morning mortal mystery night o'er pain peace Phoebe Cary Poems praise pray prayer rest round sacred Sarah Chauncey Woolsey shadows shining silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife strong sweet tears tender Thee Thine things Thomas Bailey Aldrich Thou art Thou hast thought to-day toil trust truth unto verse voice wait weary wind wings
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Página 7 - TO him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 32 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Página 259 - INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last : 'Twas on a tree they slew Him —...
Página 31 - They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Página 57 - 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.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 38 - MY faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour Divine ! Now hear me while I pray : Take all my guilt away ; O let me from this day Be wholly thine.
Página 9 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 91 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Página 26 - These temples grew as grows the grass, Art might obey but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand, To the vast Soul that o'er him planned.