Voices from the Silent Land: Or, Leaves of Consolation for the Afflicted |
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... weary soul . And what greater measure can we have than that we should bring joy to our brother , who , with his dreary eyes , looks to heaven and round about , and cannot find so much rest as to lay his eyelids close together - than ...
... weary soul . And what greater measure can we have than that we should bring joy to our brother , who , with his dreary eyes , looks to heaven and round about , and cannot find so much rest as to lay his eyelids close together - than ...
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... sleep . " The world is but a feverish rest , To weary pilgrims sometimes given , When pleasure's cup has lost its zest , And glory's hard - earned crown is riven . Here , softer than the dews of even Fall peaceful Spencer,
... sleep . " The world is but a feverish rest , To weary pilgrims sometimes given , When pleasure's cup has lost its zest , And glory's hard - earned crown is riven . Here , softer than the dews of even Fall peaceful Spencer,
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... weary world is ' neath thy feet , Thou brighter than the sun ! Awake , and breathe the living air Of our celestial clime ! Awake to love that knows no change , Thou who hast done with time ! 32 THE FAREWELL TO THE DEAD . Awake ! lift ...
... weary world is ' neath thy feet , Thou brighter than the sun ! Awake , and breathe the living air Of our celestial clime ! Awake to love that knows no change , Thou who hast done with time ! 32 THE FAREWELL TO THE DEAD . Awake ! lift ...
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... weary pilgrims found : They softly lie , and sweetly sleep , Low in the ground . The storm , that wrecks the wintry sky , No more disturbs their deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh , That shuts the rose . I long to lay this ...
... weary pilgrims found : They softly lie , and sweetly sleep , Low in the ground . The storm , that wrecks the wintry sky , No more disturbs their deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh , That shuts the rose . I long to lay this ...
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... weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground , - The soul , of origin divine , God's glorious image freed from clay , In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire ...
... weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground , - The soul , of origin divine , God's glorious image freed from clay , In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire ...
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affliction ANDREWS NORTON angels bear beauty behold BEREAVED better blessed bosom breast breath bright brow child Christ Christian comfort consolation dark dead dear death didst divine grace doth dust dwell earth earthly ELIZA COOK eternal evil eyes faith Father fear flowers forever four little words gloom glory God's gone grave grief hand happy hath heaven heavenly holy hope immortal infant Jesus JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE light living look Lord MADAME GUYON mercy mortal mother Mount of Olives mourn N. P. WILLIS nature never night o'er pain peace praise prayer RESIGNATION rest resurrection rocky steps saith another twig Savior shalt shining bands sigh silent land sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit suffering sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tion tomb tone Float trouble unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wilt
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Page 20 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 256 - While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Page 256 - In the cave that is in the field of Machpelah, which is before Mamre, in the land of Canaan, which Abraham bought with the field of Ephron the Hittite for a possession of a burying place. There they buried Abraham and Sarah his wife; there they buried Isaac and Rebekah his wife; and there I buried Leah.
Page 160 - Lay not thine hand upon the lad, neither do thou any thing unto him : for now I know that thou fearest God, seeing thou hast not withheld thy son, thine only son from me.
Page 54 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 195 - 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 ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Page 174 - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 155 - Although my house be not so with God; yet He hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure: for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although He make it not to grow.
Page 186 - who is -able to save to the uttermost all who come unto God by him.
Page 26 - 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...