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" Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. "
The Ladies' Companion - Page 83
1857
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Hymns for the Church and the Home: With a Selection of Psalms

1870 - 614 pages
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. 4 Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that...at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. 354— i s. MH BALLOir. Etnfocrsal IN God's eternity There shall a day arise, When all the race of...
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The Religious Life of London

James Ewing Ritchie - 1870 - 408 pages
...hell, so far as it can ' be done consistently with his moral freedom.' " When Tennyson writes : — " Behold we know not anything ; I can but trust that...at last to all, And every winter change to spring. " That nothing walks with aimless feet, That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to...
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New Englander and Yale Review, Volume 29

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1870 - 842 pages
...moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. "Behold I we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall...at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. " So runs my dream : but what am IJ An infant crying in the night: AD infant crying for the light ;...
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The New Englander, Volume 29

1870 - 748 pages
...moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. "Behold I we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall...at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. "So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light ; And...
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A Discussion on Universal Salvation and Future Punishment

Erasmus Manford - 1870 - 424 pages
...Such disproportioned fates." That great Poet of this century, Alfred Tennyson, strikes the true note: "Behold ! we know not anything; I can but trust that...last — far off — at last to all, And every winter changed to spring." ***** " That God which ever lives and loves, Orje God, one law, one element, And...
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The Open Way

George Sumner Weaver - 1870 - 280 pages
...Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. "Behold! we know not any thing: I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far...at last to all, And every winter change to spring." "FAITH is THE SUBSTANCE or THINGS HOPED FOR, THE EVIDENCE or THINGS NOT SEEN." HEB. xi: I. "WHICH HOPE...
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New Englander and Yale Review, Volume 29

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1870 - 750 pages
...a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. "Behold I we know not anything; I can but trnst that good shall fall At last, far off, at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. " So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light...
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Radical: A Monthly Magazine, Devoted to Religion, Volume 9

1871 - 442 pages
...mood, at times, of sincerest souls, and which the poet of our day embodies in his flowing verse': — " Behold ! we know not anything: I can but trust that...at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. " So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light;...
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The book of prayer and praise, for public and private worship, in fourteen ...

Book - 1871 - 366 pages
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivell' d in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold we know not anything ; I can but trust that...at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light :...
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The Poetical Works

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 pages
...That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel' d in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that...at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light :...
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