The Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious PoetryAmerican Unitarian Association, 1857 - 348 pages |
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... , With light they blend . The lark , by his own carol blest , From the green harbors eager springs ; And his large heart in little breast Exulting sings . On lands and seas , on fields and woods , 1 PART Morning Hymn of a Hermit.
... , With light they blend . The lark , by his own carol blest , From the green harbors eager springs ; And his large heart in little breast Exulting sings . On lands and seas , on fields and woods , 1 PART Morning Hymn of a Hermit.
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... sing , From insects fluttering on the wing , Ay , from the very meanest thing , My spirit joy receives . I think of angel voices When the birds ' songs I hear ; Of that celestial city , bright With jacinth , gold , and chrysolite , When ...
... sing , From insects fluttering on the wing , Ay , from the very meanest thing , My spirit joy receives . I think of angel voices When the birds ' songs I hear ; Of that celestial city , bright With jacinth , gold , and chrysolite , When ...
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... sings , As it was wont of old , That lay of gratitude which burst From young heart uncontrolled , When , in the midst of nature nursed , Sweet influences fell On childly hearts that were athirst , Like soft dews in the bell Of tender ...
... sings , As it was wont of old , That lay of gratitude which burst From young heart uncontrolled , When , in the midst of nature nursed , Sweet influences fell On childly hearts that were athirst , Like soft dews in the bell Of tender ...
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... sing- eth , Rippling o'er pebbles bare ? Sorrow the mystery shall teach thee And the words declare . Wouldst thou find in the rose's blossom More than thy fellows find ? More in the fragrance of the lily Than odor on the wind ? Love ...
... sing- eth , Rippling o'er pebbles bare ? Sorrow the mystery shall teach thee And the words declare . Wouldst thou find in the rose's blossom More than thy fellows find ? More in the fragrance of the lily Than odor on the wind ? Love ...
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... Sing we thus our songs of labor At our harvest in the wild , For our God and for our neighbor , Till six times the morn have smiled , And our vessels Are with twofold treasure piled . For that one , that heavenly morrow , We may care ...
... Sing we thus our songs of labor At our harvest in the wild , For our God and for our neighbor , Till six times the morn have smiled , And our vessels Are with twofold treasure piled . For that one , that heavenly morrow , We may care ...
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AMERICAN UNITARIAN ASSOCIATION angels Baby Carl beauty behold BERNARD BARTON Bethpeor blest bosom breast breath bright brow calm CHARLES MACKAY child Christ cloud COMMUNION HYMN crown dark dear death deep divine doth dreams dying band earth earthly eternal eyes fair faith Father fear flowers gaze gleam glorious glory God's golden GOLDEN LEGEND grace grave grief hallows heath hand hath hear heart heaven HEAVEN'S GATE heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour HYMN Jesus JOHN STERLING life's light live look Lord MADAME GUYON mercy morning night o'er pain peace praise prayer pure rest round Saviour shine SHIRAZ sigh silent sing Sir Launfal smile solemn song SONNET sorrow soul stars stream strife sweet SYLVESTER JUDD tears thine Thou art thou hast thought throne toil tomb trust truth unto voice weary weep whispers wilt wing words
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Page 258 - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 142 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 107 - And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
Page 147 - I'd be Nearer my God to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Page 335 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Page 136 - I SAY to thee, — do thou repeat To the first man thou mayest meet In lane, highway, or open street, — That he and we and all men move Under a canopy of love, As broad as the blue sky above ; That doubt and trouble, fear and pain, And anguish, all are shadows vain, That death itself shall not remain ; That weary deserts we may tread, A dreary labyrinth may thread, Through dark ways underground be led; Yet, if we will...
Page 61 - IT was the calm and silent night ! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars — Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain ; Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars Held undisturbed their ancient reign, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago.
Page 261 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, ' Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us!' The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 62 - Twas in the calm and silent night! The Senator of haughty Rome Impatient urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home: Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell His breast with thoughts of boundless sway: What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago?
Page 51 - And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth, But no man heard the trampling, Or saw that train go forth. Noiselessly as the daylight Comes when the night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun ; Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...