 | Samuel Francis Smith - 1844 - 140 pagina’s
...Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely creat. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set ; hut all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! SPIRIT! THY LABOR IS O'ER. SPIRIT T thy labor... | |
 | Freemasons. Grand Lodge of Iowa - 1901 - 788 pagina’s
...welfare of the craft at heart. I now stand before you to render an account of my stewardship. NECROLOGY. "Leaves have their time to fall And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! death." As we gather on this auspicious occasion... | |
 | Samuel Francis Smith - 1844 - 140 pagina’s
...withering breath, Pass on, and touch not youth's bright fragrant bowers. . THE HOUR OF DEATH. MRS. HEMANS. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set1, .but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death I Day is for mortal care, - Eve for glad... | |
 | 1844 - 484 pagina’s
...hour would Eulogy herself be silent, as she reads upon the coffin lid the name of JOHN B. DWIGBT. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And slant to set — but all, Thou bast all seasons for thine own, oh ! Death " But to return — for we... | |
 | 1844 - 496 pagina’s
...coffin lid the name of JOUN B. DWIGHT. " Leaves have their time to fall, And Mowers to wither at tho north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh ' Death." But to return — for we fear, kind reader, lest we should weary your patience in these... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 pagina’s
...Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death. THE... | |
 | 1844 - 298 pagina’s
...And smile at thee ! — but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey ! Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — bat all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O, Death !... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 pagina’s
...decay, And smile at thee; but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey! Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch, William Russell - 1845 - 424 pagina’s
...dead. Softly she perished : — be the Flower deplored Here with the Lyre and Sword ! " 2. Solemnity. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...but all Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! " We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue... | |
 | 1883 - 798 pagina’s
...procure this cheap and precious help. anb ilmnt geais. MBS. JANE VAUGHAN TRELOAR, OF GREAT YARMOUTH. " Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither...all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! " THE subject of this memoir was born in the town of Runcorn, Cheshire, on January 31, 1857, and... | |
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Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death... 
