'The return to my native village', and other poems, by a lady

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Side 58 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 98 - O Lord of hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they, Who in thy temple always dwell, And there thy praise display. 4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee...
Side 76 - With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Side 15 - It was between the night and day, When the Fairy King has power, That I sunk down in a sinful fray, And, 'twixt life and death, was snatched away To the joyless Elfin bower.
Side 112 - Israel:] for unto you is born this day a SAVIOUR, who is CHRIST THE LORD.
Side 86 - A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our LORD shall fill, The royal seat of GOD most high : GOD dwells in Sion, whose fair...
Side 56 - The light of reason does not, any more than that of revelation, force men to submit to its authority : both admonish them of what they ought to do and avoid, together with the consequences of each ; and, after this, leave them at full liberty to act just as they please, till the appointed time of judgment.
Side 74 - Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water spouts ; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

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