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Сторінка 159 - HE shadows of the evening hours Fall from the darkening sky ; Upon the fragrance of the flowers The dews of evening lie : • Before Thy throne, O Lord of...
Сторінка 160 - Slowly the rays of daylight fade ; So fade within our heart, The hopes in earthly love and joy, That one by one depart : Slowly the bright stars, one by one, Within the Heavens shine ; — Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in Heaven, And trust in things divine.
Сторінка 170 - In sadness then I ponder, how quickly fleets the hour Of human strength and action, man's courage and his power. I muse while still the wood-thrush sings down the golden day, And as I look and listen the sadness wears away.
Сторінка 156 - For the far off, unattain'd and dim, While the beautiful, all round thee lying, Offers up its low, perpetual hymn ? Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching, All thy restless yearnings it would still ; Leaf and flower and laden bee are preaching, Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.
Сторінка 163 - And while they stand a moment half ajar, Gleams from the inner glory Stream brightly through the azure vault afar, And half reveal the story.
Сторінка 169 - ... whose temples brighten with joy in drawing near, As if they saw dear faces, and caught the gracious eye Of Him, the Sinless Teacher, who came for us to die. I mark the joy, the terror; yet these, within my heart, Can neither wake the dread nor the longing to depart ; And, in the sunshine streaming on quiet wood and lea, I stand and calmly wait till the hinges turn for me.