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... cold , dark thing you brought , And laid upon the casement here , A withered worm , you thought ? " I told you that Almighty power Could break that withered shell , And show you , in a future hour , Something would please you well ...
... cold , dark thing you brought , And laid upon the casement here , A withered worm , you thought ? " I told you that Almighty power Could break that withered shell , And show you , in a future hour , Something would please you well ...
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... cold , but " sacred , high , eternal noon . ” Year after year rolls slowly away on earth , and lengthens the long interval over which we look , to the time when he was with us here . We have grown old since we saw him . But the memory ...
... cold , but " sacred , high , eternal noon . ” Year after year rolls slowly away on earth , and lengthens the long interval over which we look , to the time when he was with us here . We have grown old since we saw him . But the memory ...
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... cold , Pale flowers slipping from its hold , Shall this dainty couch enfold ? Ah ! what bitter tears shall stain All this satin sheet like rain , And what towering hopes be hid ' Neath this tiny coffin lid , Scarcely large enough to ...
... cold , Pale flowers slipping from its hold , Shall this dainty couch enfold ? Ah ! what bitter tears shall stain All this satin sheet like rain , And what towering hopes be hid ' Neath this tiny coffin lid , Scarcely large enough to ...
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... cold and dreary ! Shadows deep Fall on forms and hearts a - weary , Eyes that weep — Thought is in the church - yard , seeking One asleep . Still the merry laugh deceiving Fills the ear , Tiny arms , yet fondly cleaving , Dry the tear ...
... cold and dreary ! Shadows deep Fall on forms and hearts a - weary , Eyes that weep — Thought is in the church - yard , seeking One asleep . Still the merry laugh deceiving Fills the ear , Tiny arms , yet fondly cleaving , Dry the tear ...
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... cold , I see thee still . I see thee still ; ----- Thou art not in the grave confined - Death cannot claim the immortal Mind ; Let Earth close o'er its sacred trust , But Goodness dies not in the dust ; Thee , O my Sister ! ' t is not ...
... cold , I see thee still . I see thee still ; ----- Thou art not in the grave confined - Death cannot claim the immortal Mind ; Let Earth close o'er its sacred trust , But Goodness dies not in the dust ; Thee , O my Sister ! ' t is not ...
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Page 29 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Page 86 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. 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.
Page 225 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 30 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 26 - Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.
Page 34 - But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Page 28 - But not as the offence, so also is the free gift. For if through the offence of one many be dead, much more the grace of God, and the gift by grace, which is by one man, Jesus Christ, hath abounded unto many.
Page 34 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 42 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Page 45 - So in the church-yard she was laid ; And, when the grass was dry,* Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,