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