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abide Alpine Sheep Andrew Rykman's Prayer angels art thou beautiful bitter bless blest bliss Border-Lands breath bright brow calm celestial cheer Christ cloud dark days go dead dear Death Dies Ira divine divine eyes dost doth dream dust dwell earth endure eternal Evermore eyes fain fair faith fear filled flowers Glass darkly glory God's gone grace grief hath heart heart of youth heaven heavenly holy hope hope and fear hour life's light live longest day Lord love for love MINISTRY OF LOVE mists morning mortal Nature's never night Nihil o'er pain patience peace praise rejoice Resignation rest Ring shadow shine sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stars strife strong sweet Sweet Day tears thine things thou art thou hast Thou wilt thought thy hand toil trust truth unto Valediction voice walk weary weep Wilt thou youth
الصفحة 51 - WILT thou forgive that sin where I begun, "Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
الصفحة 276 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
الصفحة 44 - We have but faith: we cannot know, For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
الصفحة 90 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
الصفحة 181 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
الصفحة 173 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
الصفحة 26 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. ' Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.
الصفحة 168 - TEACH me, my God and King. In all things Thee to see ; And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...
الصفحة 113 - Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle ; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.