 She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation,...  Poems - Side 343av Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Fred Lewis Pattee - 1926 - 1162 sider
...lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air; 3° Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold...grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbioken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, 35 May reach... | |
 | Church missionary society - 636 sider
...transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call death.* In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,...grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroke n The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her... | |
 | Arthur Chambers - 1996 - 254 sider
...unto that School, Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule. Dmy after day, we think what she is doing. In those bright...tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. • ' Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild, In our embraces we again... | |
 | Florence Marryat - 2004 - 269 sider
...consider one of the sublimest spiritualists of the age) as I can now. " Day after day we think what she it doing, In those bright realms of air : Year after...tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. 41 Not as a child shall we again behold her : v For when, with raptors wild, In our embraces we again... | |
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