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... leaving your heart more lonely and desolate than you had ever dared to think possible . Those dear eyes into which you once looked , now give no response to the eager questionings of your soul , and the hand which once clasped yours in ...
... leaving your heart more lonely and desolate than you had ever dared to think possible . Those dear eyes into which you once looked , now give no response to the eager questionings of your soul , and the hand which once clasped yours in ...
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... leave with us the comfort of thy peace . Suffer not our souls to be bewildered utterly in trials , and permit us not to fall into the outer darkness of despair . Grant , O God , that ultimately the shadows of this troubled life may ...
... leave with us the comfort of thy peace . Suffer not our souls to be bewildered utterly in trials , and permit us not to fall into the outer darkness of despair . Grant , O God , that ultimately the shadows of this troubled life may ...
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... leave neglected in the earth the soul of man , made in the image of the Creator ? If he stoops to give to the rosebush , whose withered blossoms float upon the autumn breeze , the sweet assurance of another springtime , will he refuse ...
... leave neglected in the earth the soul of man , made in the image of the Creator ? If he stoops to give to the rosebush , whose withered blossoms float upon the autumn breeze , the sweet assurance of another springtime , will he refuse ...
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... leaves may fall , The flowers may fade and pass away- They only wait through wintry hours , The coming of the May . There is no death . An angel form Walks o'er the earth with silent tread ; He bears our best loved ones ... leave us but 16.
... leaves may fall , The flowers may fade and pass away- They only wait through wintry hours , The coming of the May . There is no death . An angel form Walks o'er the earth with silent tread ; He bears our best loved ones ... leave us but 16.
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Charles Clark Pierce, D.D.. Born into that undying life , They leave us but to come again ; With joy we welcome them the same Except in sin and pain . There is no death ! although we grieve When beautiful familiar forms That we have ...
Charles Clark Pierce, D.D.. Born into that undying life , They leave us but to come again ; With joy we welcome them the same Except in sin and pain . There is no death ! although we grieve When beautiful familiar forms That we have ...
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abide alchemy amid angels Angels of Grief beautiful better farther blessed bliss body breath bright C. C. Pierce Choir Invisible Christ Cicero dark dead Dear Friend death deep divine dream earth earthly eternal eyes fade fair city faith Father fear feel flowers forever forevermore gates gentle glad gleam glorified glorious glory God's gone Good-by grave grief hath heart heaven heavenly hope human immortal infinite Jesus Jesus of Nazareth Kindly Light land leave life's light live lonely look Lord morning mortal mourn never night noble o'er old churchyard pain pass peace pray Prayer precious rest shadows shine sight silent Sings sleep smile sometime Somewhere song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet sweetest tears tempest tender thee thine things Thomas Moore thou thought throb throne tomb tread unseen unto Victor Hugo wander Washington Irving weary weep
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Página 60 - And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face ; and his name shall be in their foreheads.
Página 38 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Página 58 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, 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. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 48 - 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...
Página 59 - So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption: It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power: It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body.
Página 25 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights ; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection — when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved is softened away into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart...
Página 24 - Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust, (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must.
Página 12 - 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. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
Página 53 - 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.
Página 12 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; 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...