Yesterday, To-day, and For Ever: Book X. – The Millennial Sabbath (Edward Henry Bickersteth Poems)
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
I.God is our strength and song, The Rock of our salvation: His courts of prayer, ye people, throng, And anthems ...
Here rest my friend,-thy wanderings stay, And take a seat, while yet ye may, Within this hallowed spot; Here taste ...
Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their developement have breath, And ...
Spring is the time when the sunshine is stealing And breaking through clouds o'er a landscape of green, Awakening new ...
Our life is one long childhood-and each toy Palls on our sick'ning fancy-all our joy Is but imperfect-something, something still ...
Our visions are deceiving lights that lead us on to our destruction; our idols are always broken in pieces before ...
I have gazed o'er the hills in the day's soft decline, And my thoughts they have wandered to that fairer ...
I may not give to thee One hour again; The past is not for me, It burns my brain. Thy ...
Thy plaintive muse responds to mine, And bids me speak no more of pain; Ah! could I sweep some chords ...
Farewell! to the year which is past. No longer we reckon its hours; Like a shadow behind us 'tis cast, ...
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