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... dust , the fairest , loveliest home Where radiant Deity can shrine its beam ; May be redeemed from Nature's common blot , Ay , though perhaps thy very self be not ! XX . " His hand will be against every man , and every man's hand ...
... dust , the fairest , loveliest home Where radiant Deity can shrine its beam ; May be redeemed from Nature's common blot , Ay , though perhaps thy very self be not ! XX . " His hand will be against every man , and every man's hand ...
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... dust and ashes in Thine eyes ; Yet has the blood of Christ been shed for me , Therefore I needs must have a dignity ; Nor dare I even my wretched self despise For whom Thou didst Thy Father's bosom leave , To live and die in sorrow ...
... dust and ashes in Thine eyes ; Yet has the blood of Christ been shed for me , Therefore I needs must have a dignity ; Nor dare I even my wretched self despise For whom Thou didst Thy Father's bosom leave , To live and die in sorrow ...
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... dust , or dreamless sleep . But the dear Dead are those for whom we weep , For whom I credit all the Bible saith . Dead is my father , dead is my good mother , And what on earth have I to do but die ? But if by grace I reach the blesséd ...
... dust , or dreamless sleep . But the dear Dead are those for whom we weep , For whom I credit all the Bible saith . Dead is my father , dead is my good mother , And what on earth have I to do but die ? But if by grace I reach the blesséd ...
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... dust - the sprinkled dew Of morning . But the towering will That soars to heaven , is heavenly still And man , though clay , is spirit too . Yes ! I can feel that , though a clod Of the dark vale , there is a sense Of better things the ...
... dust - the sprinkled dew Of morning . But the towering will That soars to heaven , is heavenly still And man , though clay , is spirit too . Yes ! I can feel that , though a clod Of the dark vale , there is a sense Of better things the ...
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... . THE chain of being is complete in me ; In me is matter's last gradation lost , And the next step is spirit , deity ! I can command the lightning , and am dust ! A monarch , and a slave ! a worm , 114 JOHN BOWRING . Id.
... . THE chain of being is complete in me ; In me is matter's last gradation lost , And the next step is spirit , deity ! I can command the lightning , and am dust ! A monarch , and a slave ! a worm , 114 JOHN BOWRING . Id.
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Page 79 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Page 116 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Page 170 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 257 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Page 199 - Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more : So shalt thou feed...
Page 330 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Page 77 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Page 84 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Page 87 - And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
Page 90 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?