The garland; or, Poetry for childhood and youth1850 |
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Side 32
... glory and in peace May our daily labours cease , As yon gorgeous western sun , When his daily course is run . CHORUS - Thus in glory and in peace May our daily labours cease . And when sets life's latest sun And our course of years is ...
... glory and in peace May our daily labours cease , As yon gorgeous western sun , When his daily course is run . CHORUS - Thus in glory and in peace May our daily labours cease . And when sets life's latest sun And our course of years is ...
Side 59
... glory while you may . Arouse thee , soul ! Arouse thee , soul ! O ! there is much to do For thee , if thou wouldst work for human kind , The misty future through ; A greatness looms — ' tis mind , awakened mind . Arouse thee , soul ...
... glory while you may . Arouse thee , soul ! Arouse thee , soul ! O ! there is much to do For thee , if thou wouldst work for human kind , The misty future through ; A greatness looms — ' tis mind , awakened mind . Arouse thee , soul ...
Side 68
... glory shed Around the plains , and o'er the streams , And on the shepherd's head , Be near thro ' life and death , As in that holiest night Of hope , and joy , and faith , O clear and shining light ! O star which led to him , whose love ...
... glory shed Around the plains , and o'er the streams , And on the shepherd's head , Be near thro ' life and death , As in that holiest night Of hope , and joy , and faith , O clear and shining light ! O star which led to him , whose love ...
Side 77
... glory his thousand isles ; Thou hast lit up the ships and the feathery foam , And gladden'd the sailor like words from home . In the solemn depths of the forest shades , Thou art streaming on through their green arcades , And the ...
... glory his thousand isles ; Thou hast lit up the ships and the feathery foam , And gladden'd the sailor like words from home . In the solemn depths of the forest shades , Thou art streaming on through their green arcades , And the ...
Side 84
... GLORY OF RELIGION . Soft are the fruitful show'rs that bring The welcome promise of the spring , And soft the vernal gale ; Sweet the wild warblings of the grove , The voice of nature and of love , That gladden ev'ry vale : But softer ...
... GLORY OF RELIGION . Soft are the fruitful show'rs that bring The welcome promise of the spring , And soft the vernal gale ; Sweet the wild warblings of the grove , The voice of nature and of love , That gladden ev'ry vale : But softer ...
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Arouse thee beautiful beneath bird bless blest breath bright brother busy cheer child cold coming creeping dark dead dear death deep earth everywhere father flowers give given glorious glory gone grave green hand happy head hear heart heaven hope hour housewifery keep kind kiss labour land light live look Lord meet mind moon morning mother never night o'er once pass past peace play poor praise pray prayer rest rise round Seek shining sigh sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet taught tear tell thee things thou thou art thou hast thought thro tree turn twinkle voice wanderer watch waves weary wind wings young youth
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Side 137 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Side 62 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Side 56 - once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Side 48 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Side 103 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Side 62 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Side 55 - The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Side 100 - An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; The father mixes a...
Side 64 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Side 122 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.