| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| Reginald Heber. (17831826) |
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| 1 | | Failed the bright promise of your early day. |
| Palestine. |
| 2 | No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. 1 Majestic silence! |
| Palestine. |
| 3 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. |
| Epiphany. |
| 4 | By cool Siloams shady rill How sweet the lily grows! |
| First Sunday after Epiphany. No. ii. |
| 5 | | When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. |
| Seventh Sunday after Trinity. |
| 6 | Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower. |
| At a Funeral. No. i. |
| 7 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. |
| At a Funeral. No. ii. |
| 8 | Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soeer, Still fluctuates oer this changing scene, As false and fleeting as t is fair. |
| On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope. |
| 9 | From Greenlands icy mountains, From Indias coral strand, Where Africs sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand. |
| Missionary Hymn. |
| 10 | Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile. |
| Missionary Hymn. |
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| 11 | I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play. |
| Lines written to a March. |
| | Note 1. Altered in later editions to No workmans steel, no ponderous axes rung, Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. [back] |
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