 I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And...  Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Page 3551851Full view - About this book
 | Francis Cotterell Hodgson - 1913 - 464 pages
...spectacles of suffering, says : — I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great World's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith and grope And gather dust and chaff and call To what I feel is Lord of... | |
 | Sir William Barrett - 1917 - 368 pages
...in the dark hours of their bereavement. They have seen in it a ray of heavenly light falling — " Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God." NOTE. — There are of course various philosophical theories to account for consciousness and its relation... | |
 | 1918 - 2062 pages
...She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares at his word, He's but a coof for a' that; For a' that, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope. And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | Richard Roberts - 1919 - 216 pages
...immortality. The blow left him staggering: "I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, 1 The prose quotations from Tennyson in our study are taken from his biography written by his son,... | |
 | James Gurnhill - 1920 - 198 pages
...not in vain, because they were in earnest, and sought Him where He is ever to be found, in Nature ; " Upon the great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God." 2 1 Better, as Bishop Ellicott points out : " We live and are moved and exist," ftutr tal mvotineSa... | |
 | Duren James Henderson Ward - 1922 - 340 pages
...light; And with no language but a cry. I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | Edwin Markham - 1927 - 402 pages
...She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
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