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" Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own! "
Where the Book speaks; or, Mission studies in the Bible - Page 49
by Archibald McLean - 1907 - 241 pages
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Life Thoughts from Pulpits and from Poets

Religion - 1871 - 360 pages
...balances! Rev. A. WElroy W?li*. ALAS for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ; Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth, to flesh and sense unknown, That life is ever lord...
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Wisconsin Journal of Education, Volume 43

Education - 1911 - 322 pages
...size to suit the convenance of the teacher and "fit" the pictures selected. JX) YOU SEE THE STARS? "Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress treœ; Who, hopeless, lays his dead away. Nor looks to sec the breaking day — Across the mournful...
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Snow-bound: A Winter Idyl

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 56 pages
...somewhere, meet we must. 20 Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, m hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of...
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The Land We Love, Volume 1

American literature - 1866 - 470 pages
...sympathize with him, he says: " Alas for him who петег sees The stars shine through his cypress trees, Who hopeless lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play !" When he describes the level marshes, " Where merry mowers, hale and strong, Swept scythe on scythe,...
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The Land We Love, Volumes 1-2

1866 - 950 pages
...the vanishing away of his family, in which alas! ve can too readily sympathize with him, he says: " Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees, Vhf> Impélese lays Ыв dead away, Nrr looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play...
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The Guardian, Volume 17

Conduct of life - 1866 - 450 pages
...one's blessing went, With thee beneath the low green tent, Whose curtain never outward swings. • Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who hopeless lays his head away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play...
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The Ladies' Repository, Volumes 36-38

Universalism - 1867 - 978 pages
...the loved ones in eternity. " Alas for him who never sees The stars ehlne through his cypress treel ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles p*ay ! Who hath not learned in hours of Faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown. That Life is ever...
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Analytical Fifth-[sixth] Reader: Containing an Introductory Article on the ...

Richard Edwards - 1867 - 386 pages
...and Faith will trust, (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles...
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Analytical Fifth Reader: Containing an Introductory Article on the General ...

Richard Edwards - Readers - 1867 - 372 pages
...and Faith will trust, (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles...
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The Spiritual Magazine, Volume 3

Spiritualism - 1868 - 594 pages
...somehow, somewhere meet we must. Alas ! for him who never sees The stars shine through his cyprc=s trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned in hours of faith The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of...
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