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When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies). 1 |
| The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v. |
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Gashed with honourable scars, Low in Glorys lap they lie; Though they fell, they fell like stars, Streaming splendour through the sky. |
| The Battle of Alexandria. |
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| Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea. |
| The Ocean. Line 54. |
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Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man. |
| The Common Lot. |
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| Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more. |
| The West Indies. Part iii. |
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| Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive. 2 |
| The World before the Flood. Canto v. |
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Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past. |
| The Little Cloud. |
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Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past; At once the fountain, stream, and sea, They were, they are, they yet shall be. |
| The Little Cloud. |
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Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end. |
| Friends. |
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Nor sink those stars in empty night: They hide themselves in heavens own light. |
| Friends. |
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T is not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. |
| The Issues of Life and Death. |
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Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love. |
| The Issues of Life and Death. |
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Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years. |
| The Issues of Life and Death. |
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Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before? |
| The Falling Leaf. |
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Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A days march nearer home. |
| At Home in Heaven. |
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If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found! |
| The Earth full of Gods Goodness. |
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Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought, From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought. |
| Rest for the Soul. |
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Prayer is the souls sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. |
| What is Prayer? |
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Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near. |
| What is Prayer? |