 | Albert Newton Raub - Readers - 1878 - 444 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... | |
 | 1878 - 650 pages
...who never sees The stars shine through the cypress-trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Is'or 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... | |
 | Lucy Larcom - American poetry - 1879 - 140 pages
...some ray to soften the gloom : Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through the cypress-trees I Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Returning from reveries too somber, there is cheer in the mild illumination of moonlight, which infolds... | |
 | Freemasons. Massachusetts. Scottish rite - 1879 - 880 pages
...dead to their new abodes. "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 of... | |
 | Sermons, American - 1886 - 680 pages
...warning of Mr. Whittier's : — " A ias for him who never sees The stars shine thruugh his o press trets! 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... | |
 | Lucy Larcom - American poetry - 1879 - 146 pages
...some ray to soften the gloom : Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through the cypress-trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Returning from reveries too somber, there is cheer in the mild illumination of moonlight, which infolds... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - American poetry - 1879 - 480 pages
...somewhere, meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees I 205 Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play I Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, 2I0 That Life is ever... | |
 | Sermons, American - 1882 - 638 pages
...The ever-onward reaching, And reaching still in vain ; when I hear the voice of Whittier chanting, " Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees " ; when I see Tennyson "Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God... | |
 | Education - 1914 - 684 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Education - 1914 - 708 pages
...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...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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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! 
