The Fruit of the Spirit: Or, the Christian Graces

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A. Tompkins, 1842 - 151 sider
 

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Side 102 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Side 39 - Rest is not quitting The busy career; Rest is the fitting Of self to its sphere. 'Tis the brook's motion, Clear without strife, Fleeing to ocean After its life. Deeper devotion Nowhere hath knelt; Fuller emotion Heart never felt. 'Tis loving and serving The Highest and Best! 'Tis onwards, unswerving, And that is true rest.
Side 91 - Where thy hush'd spirit drew celestial birth, Mary ! meek listener at the Saviour's feet ? No feverish cares to that divine retreat Thy woman's heart of silent worship brought, But a fresh childhood, heavenly truth to meet, With love, and wonder, and submissive thought. Oh...
Side 140 - Shall I thank God for the green summer, and the mild air, and the flowers, and the stars, and all that makes this world so beautiful...
Side 40 - These light afflictions, which are but for a moment, shall work out for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.
Side 25 - Guard with a reverent fear this power divine. And if, indeed, 't is not the outward state, But temper of the soul by which we rate Sadness or joy...
Side 106 - And showers them o'er again. Drop after drop is tinkling down, To kiss the stirring brook, The water dimples from beneath With its own joyous look — And then the kindred drops embrace, And singing, on they go, To dance beneath the willow tree, And glad the vale below. How beautiful the water is ! It loves to come at night, To make you wonder in the morn To see the earth so bright...
Side 148 - Let me not be laughed at," says Mrs. Hamilton, in that beautiful pan of her Letters on Education which treats of religion, " let me not be laughed at for the confession, and I shall freely acknowledge that I at this moment look back with infinite pleasure to the delightful period, when with the simplicity of infant innocence I poured out my little soul in grateful thanks to the Almighty...
Side 103 - That pride the blight of time has swept, Unlike her love, away. She loved you when your home and heart, Of fortune's smile could boast; She saw that smile decay — depart — And then she loved you most. Oh, such the generous faith that grow» In woman's gentle breast; 'Tis like the star that stays and glows Alone in night's dark vest.
Side 72 - Where she, the gentle loving one, hath failed, The proud or stern might never yet succeed, Strength, power, and majesty belong to man : They make the glory native to his life. But sweetness is a woman's attribute, By that she has reigned, and by that will reign. There have been some who, with a mightier mind, Have won dominion, but they never won The dearer empire of the beautiful ; Sweet sovereigns in their natural loveliness.

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