Between the Lights: Thoughts for the Quiet HourA.D.F. Randolph & Company, 1887 - 436 من الصفحات "For many years gems of poetry and prose have found their way into a scrap-book, until friends, who felt a delicacy in borrowing so well-worn a volume, have urged me to give it publication. 'Between the lights' is for the 'little pause in life' at the close of the day, when the most conscientiously busy worker will steal a few moments of rest and refreshment before the lamps are lighted."--Page 3 of title page verso |
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... gone into the world of light , And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright , And my sad thoughts doth clear . " ( RECAP ) 1885 151 NOV -91911 2/75015 NOTE . FOR ' OR many years gems of poetry.
... gone into the world of light , And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright , And my sad thoughts doth clear . " ( RECAP ) 1885 151 NOV -91911 2/75015 NOTE . FOR ' OR many years gems of poetry.
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... gone by ; A peace fills all the sky ; My days are warm with quiet , sunny life , My nights are full of rest ; Thy love is manifest ; I thank Thee Thou hast led me from the strife . I know that toil and pain Will come to me again ; That ...
... gone by ; A peace fills all the sky ; My days are warm with quiet , sunny life , My nights are full of rest ; Thy love is manifest ; I thank Thee Thou hast led me from the strife . I know that toil and pain Will come to me again ; That ...
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... gone and left me in a rayless night . A bruised and broken reed sustain ! sustain ! Divinest Comforter , to Thee I fly , To whom no soul hath ever fled in vain ; Support me with Thy love , or else I die ! Father , whate'er I had , it ...
... gone and left me in a rayless night . A bruised and broken reed sustain ! sustain ! Divinest Comforter , to Thee I fly , To whom no soul hath ever fled in vain ; Support me with Thy love , or else I die ! Father , whate'er I had , it ...
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... gone by , the soft repose after the grief is over , the joy of victory when the conflict is ended . - - HILL . THE JERUSALEM THAT IS ABOVE . BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow , short - lived care ; The life that knows no ...
... gone by , the soft repose after the grief is over , the joy of victory when the conflict is ended . - - HILL . THE JERUSALEM THAT IS ABOVE . BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow , short - lived care ; The life that knows no ...
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... gone ; And I am weak , and fainting with despair ; Where is it ? Tell me , where ! Friend , thou must trust in Him who trod before The desolate paths of life ; Must bear in meekness , as He meekly bore , Sorrow and toil and strife ...
... gone ; And I am weak , and fainting with despair ; Where is it ? Tell me , where ! Friend , thou must trust in Him who trod before The desolate paths of life ; Must bear in meekness , as He meekly bore , Sorrow and toil and strife ...
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angels bear beauty beneath BERNARD OF CLUNY bird blessed blest bright calm Christ clouds comfort dark dear death deep divine dost doth earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes F. D. MAURICE faint faith Father fear feel feet flowers forever GEORGE ELIOT give glory God's grace grief grow hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY WARD BEECHER holy hope HORACE BUSHNELL hour human Immanuel's land infinite JAMES MARTINEAU Jesus leaves life's light live look Lord MADAME SWETCHINE mercy morning mountains never night o'er pain path patience peace perfect pray prayer quiet rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH SAMUEL RUTHERFORD shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars strength sweet tears tender Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought toil trust unto voice wait wandering weary WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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الصفحة 279 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 280 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 27 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
الصفحة 183 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it...
الصفحة 189 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?...
الصفحة 420 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
الصفحة 191 - I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
الصفحة 256 - Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before ; He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
الصفحة 34 - There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, .The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast. And they, who with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
الصفحة 378 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the...