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Стр. 80 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground, " The soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay,. In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! " The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die!
Стр. 175 - The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins since the world began, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this, — THERE LIVED A MAN ! 63 THE HARP OF SORROW.
Стр. 173 - LOT. ONCE in the flight of ages past, There lived a man : — and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Стр. 152 - Lights pale October on his way, And twines December's arms. The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale^ O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume. The violet in the vale. But this bold floweret climbs the hill. Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Стр. 73 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Стр. 74 - Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; — O my mother Earth ! Take home thy Child.
Стр. 126 - Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.
Стр. 77 - Though long of winds and waves the sport, Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam, LIVE ! — thou shalt reach a sheltering port, A quiet home. " To FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy friend a deadly foe, Who stole into thy breast to aim A surer blow ?
Стр. 123 - Prisoner, long detained below, Prisoner, now with freedom blest, Welcome from a world of woe ; Welcome to a land of rest " : Thus the choir of angels sing, As...
Стр. 174 - The changing spirits' rise and fall, We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all. He suffered, — but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed, — but his delights are fled ; Had friends, — his friends are now no more ; And foes, — his foes are dead. He...