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... Soon , soon , thy little feet have trod The skyward path , the seraph's road , That led thee back froin inan to God . " D. M. Moir . BOSTON : GOULD AND LINCOLN , 57 WASHINGTON STREET , Oct. , 1893 . Gift of Rev. John D. Wells 1875 .
... Soon , soon , thy little feet have trod The skyward path , the seraph's road , That led thee back froin inan to God . " D. M. Moir . BOSTON : GOULD AND LINCOLN , 57 WASHINGTON STREET , Oct. , 1893 . Gift of Rev. John D. Wells 1875 .
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... soon our transient comforts fly , And pleasure only blooms to die . Is there no kind , no healing art , To soothe the anguish of the heart ? Spirit of grace , be ever nigh : Thy comforts are not made to die . See gentle patience smile ...
... soon our transient comforts fly , And pleasure only blooms to die . Is there no kind , no healing art , To soothe the anguish of the heart ? Spirit of grace , be ever nigh : Thy comforts are not made to die . See gentle patience smile ...
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... soon . Thank God for that . A few more days of darkness and the morning cometh , the morning of eter- nal day . " Then let our songs abound , And every tear be dry ; We ' re marching through Immanuel's ground , To fairer worlds on high ...
... soon . Thank God for that . A few more days of darkness and the morning cometh , the morning of eter- nal day . " Then let our songs abound , And every tear be dry ; We ' re marching through Immanuel's ground , To fairer worlds on high ...
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... Thou wilt not look to see ! Nor hear'st the soft voice breaking through his rest , Suffer the little one to come to Me ! ' Else thou and I would soon be reconciled . No LITTLE ONES IN HEAVEN . 115 DEATH AND THE MOTHER,
... Thou wilt not look to see ! Nor hear'st the soft voice breaking through his rest , Suffer the little one to come to Me ! ' Else thou and I would soon be reconciled . No LITTLE ONES IN HEAVEN . 115 DEATH AND THE MOTHER,
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Else thou and I would soon be reconciled . No more thy tears would flow - - But thou would'st bless me that I bear thy child Forth from a life of woe To One unbiased by a mother's love Or mother's fears , to bring him up ! Perchance to ...
Else thou and I would soon be reconciled . No more thy tears would flow - - But thou would'st bless me that I bear thy child Forth from a life of woe To One unbiased by a mother's love Or mother's fears , to bring him up ! Perchance to ...
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angel babe Babie Bell beautiful beneath blessed blest bliss bloom blossom boy that died breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy Catharine cherub cherubim child Christ comfort cradle dark darling dead dear death didst earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fair faith Father feel flowers fond GERALD MASSEY glory God's gone grace grief hair hand happy hast hath heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy hope hushed infants innocent kingdom of heaven kiss lamb light lips little feet live look Lord lost miss morning mother mourn never night nursling o'er pain parents Philip Melanchthon prayer Psalm rest round salvation Satan seraphs shining silent sing skies sleep smile sorrow soul spirit sweet sweet child T. B. ALDRICH tears tender thee thine things thou art thought tomb unto voice weary wee White Rose weep words
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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,