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Alas , too well we know our loss , Nor hope again our joy to touch , Until the stream of Death we cross . " He smiled : " There is no such . " " Yet our beloved seem so far , The while we yearn to feel them near , Albeit with Thee we ...
Alas , too well we know our loss , Nor hope again our joy to touch , Until the stream of Death we cross . " He smiled : " There is no such . " " Yet our beloved seem so far , The while we yearn to feel them near , Albeit with Thee we ...
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... hope , I , where ' t is vain ; Thou , with wings dropping light , I , with time's chain . Strange , strange , for thee and me , Loved , loving ever ; Thou by life's deathless fount , I , near death's river ; Thou , winning wisdom's lore ...
... hope , I , where ' t is vain ; Thou , with wings dropping light , I , with time's chain . Strange , strange , for thee and me , Loved , loving ever ; Thou by life's deathless fount , I , near death's river ; Thou , winning wisdom's lore ...
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... made no breach , In love and sympathy , in hope and trust ; No outward sign or sound our ears can reach , But there's an inward spiritual speech , That greets us still , though mortal tongues be dust 76 Rosemary and Rue.
... made no breach , In love and sympathy , in hope and trust ; No outward sign or sound our ears can reach , But there's an inward spiritual speech , That greets us still , though mortal tongues be dust 76 Rosemary and Rue.
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... griefs are o'er . Sad thrift of love , the loving breast On which the aching head was thrown Gave up the weary head to rest , But kept the aching for its own . R. J. EVELYN HOPE BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead ! Sit and 88.
... griefs are o'er . Sad thrift of love , the loving breast On which the aching head was thrown Gave up the weary head to rest , But kept the aching for its own . R. J. EVELYN HOPE BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead ! Sit and 88.
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EVELYN HOPE BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead ! Sit and watch by her side an hour . That is her book - shelf , this her bed ; She plucked that piece of geranium- flower , Beginning to die , too , in the glass ; Little has yet been changed ...
EVELYN HOPE BEAUTIFUL Evelyn Hope is dead ! Sit and watch by her side an hour . That is her book - shelf , this her bed ; She plucked that piece of geranium- flower , Beginning to die , too , in the glass ; Little has yet been changed ...
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Absalom angel angel song ANONYMOUS beauty beloved blessed bliss blue breast breath bright broken flower brow calm child CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds cross crown dark darling dead death doth dreams earth eternal evermore eyes face fair faith feet flowers forever friends give glad gleams gloaming glory God's golden gone Good-night grave grief GUY WETMORE CARRYL happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope HORATIUS BONAR hush JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jesus kiss land life's light lips Little Boy Blue live lonely look Lord morning mortal vision mother never night o'er pain PHOEBE CARY prayer rest shadows shadows fall shining shore sigh silent sing smile snow song sorrow soul stars strife sweet tears tell tender Thee Thine Thou art Thou knowest thought Thy peace tired to-day toil toy dog twilight voice wait watch weary weep wonder
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Page 165 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Page 340 - But such a tide as moving, seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.
Page 349 - I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies. And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed he will not break, But strengthen and sustain.
Page 153 - 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 423 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With...
Page 56 - 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 55 - 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 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 348 - I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God; So shall I walk aright.
Page 278 - O holy hope! and high humility, High as the heavens above! These are your walks, and you have showed them me, To kindle my cold love. Dear, beauteous death! the jewel of the just, Shining nowhere but in the dark, What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!