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Pagina 208 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then THY sun...
Pagina 576 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Pagina 646 - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 579 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry...
Pagina 481 - Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth. The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God.
Pagina 72 - The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
Pagina 576 - And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons; I have heard, The cock that is the trumpet to the morn Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day...
Pagina 569 - COME, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free ; And drink to your hearts