Religious Consolation

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Crosby, Nichols,, 1854 - 227 pagina's
 

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Pagina 139 - Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; a land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness.
Pagina xv - My heart panteth, my strength faileth me : as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
Pagina 52 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Pagina 52 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Pagina 195 - Thou sendest thy darker spirits down, I can discern thy light afar, Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown ; And, should I faint a moment, then I think of thee, and smile again.
Pagina 174 - BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN." OH, deem not they are blest alone Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; The Power who pities man, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years.
Pagina i - I go to prepare a place for you, that where I am, there ye may be also.
Pagina 130 - MY God, I thank thee ! may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ; The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom, That darkens o'er his little day. 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain Thy frail and erring child must know: But not one prayer is breathed in vain, Nor does one tear unheeded flow.
Pagina 174 - There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And Grief may bide, an evening guest, But Joy shall come with early light.
Pagina 146 - But tell us, thou bird of the solemn strain, Can those who have loved forget ? We call, and they answer not again : Do they love — do they love us yet?

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