Voices from the Silent Land: Or. Leaves of Consolation for the Afflicted |
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... us gone , Leave of its image , even where most it shone , Gladdening its hearth and race ? Dim grows the semblance on man's heart impressed . Come near , and bear the beautiful to rest . THE FAREWELL TO THE DEAD . 33 Ye weep - Hemans,
... us gone , Leave of its image , even where most it shone , Gladdening its hearth and race ? Dim grows the semblance on man's heart impressed . Come near , and bear the beautiful to rest . THE FAREWELL TO THE DEAD . 33 Ye weep - Hemans,
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... beautiful Whom I have seen come forth at evening's hours , Leading their aged friends , with feelings dutiful , Amid the wreaths of spring , to gather flowers ? Alas ! no flowers are here but flowers of death , And those who once were ...
... beautiful Whom I have seen come forth at evening's hours , Leading their aged friends , with feelings dutiful , Amid the wreaths of spring , to gather flowers ? Alas ! no flowers are here but flowers of death , And those who once were ...
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... beautiful upon the mountains . A number of pas- sages , which in brighter days were either unheeded or unappreciated , burn now in our hemisphere , as blissful and wondrous luminaries . Openings and peaceful retreats are discovered in ...
... beautiful upon the mountains . A number of pas- sages , which in brighter days were either unheeded or unappreciated , burn now in our hemisphere , as blissful and wondrous luminaries . Openings and peaceful retreats are discovered in ...
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... beautiful , How dreamless is their sleep , Where rolls the dirge - like music Of the ever - tossing deep ! Or where the surging night winds Pale winter's robes have spread Above the narrow palaces , In the cities of the dead ! I look ...
... beautiful , How dreamless is their sleep , Where rolls the dirge - like music Of the ever - tossing deep ! Or where the surging night winds Pale winter's robes have spread Above the narrow palaces , In the cities of the dead ! I look ...
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... beautiful shore , Where the heavy laden of earth are at rest , And the wicked shall trouble no more . Thou art gone to a land more lovely than this , By the footsteps of angel bands trod , And the trials of life thou'st exchanged for ...
... beautiful shore , Where the heavy laden of earth are at rest , And the wicked shall trouble no more . Thou art gone to a land more lovely than this , By the footsteps of angel bands trod , And the trials of life thou'st exchanged for ...
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Adeodatus affliction angel beautiful behold BEREAVED better blessed blest bosom breast breath bright bright band brow child Christ Christian comfort consolation dark daughter dead dear dear departed death divine grace dust dying earth earthly eternal evil eyes faith Father fear flowers forever glory God's gone grave grief hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope IMMODERATE SORROW immortality INFANT Jesus JOHN BUNYAN light living look Lord MADAME GUYON mercy mortal mother mourn N. P. WILLIS nature never night o'er pain peace praise R. H. DANA REASONS AGAINST IMMODERATE rejoice RESIGNATION rest resurrection rocky steps saints saith another twig seraphs shining shining band sigh silent land sing sleep smile song soul spirit suffering sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou hast left throne tion tone Float tribulation unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT
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Page 85 - doth sickness, or other affliction, reduce us! Every Christian, as well as Luther, may call affliction one of the best schoolmasters, and, with David, may say, " Before I was afflicted, I went astray ; but now have I kept thy word." Many thousand recovered sinners may cry, " 0 healthful sickness ! 0 comfortable sorrows ! 0 gainful
Page 129 - While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept : for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live ? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast ? can I bring him back again ? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Page 197 - defended, But has one vacant chair. The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead : The heart of Eachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted. Let us be patient : these severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Page 84 - is a world above, Where parting is unknown — A whole eternity of love, Formed for the good alone ; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere. As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day : Nor sink those stars in empty night ; They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Page 264 - and the Lamb is the light thereof. And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it ; and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honor into it. And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day, for there shall be no night there.
Page 196 - Is it nothing to you all, ye that pass by ? Behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
Page 58 - Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is ; that I may know how frail I am. Behold, thou hast made my days as a hand breadth, and mine age is as nothing before thee.
Page 178 - ghost, and where is he ? As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up, so man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.
Page 104 - Savior has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom ! Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to
Page 20 - 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, 0 Death