Siste, Viator! (John Bowring Poems)
Look around thee—see decayOn her wing of darkness, sweepingEarth's proud monuments away—See the muse of history weepingO'er the ruins time ...
Look around thee—see decayOn her wing of darkness, sweepingEarth's proud monuments away—See the muse of history weepingO'er the ruins time ...
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
True! Spring renews the faded year;And renovated fruits and flowersIn re-awaken'd charms appear:—They deck the plain—they crown the bowers—Their blush ...
The day is done;—the night comes calmly forth,Bringing sweet rest upon the wings of even:The golden wain rolls round the ...
The good man dies—it grieves us:Why should the good man die?He dies—but, dying, leaves usA lasting legacy.And this becomes our ...
The orient is lighted with crimson glow, The night and its dreams are fled,And the glorious roll of nature now Is in ...
Thou, Lord! art all in all—and man is nought:For tho' in privileged hours his soaring thoughtWould seem to catch a ...
Thou, whose high praise in heaven and earth is sung,Each heart pervading, tuning every tongue;Thou, whom my soul devoutly would ...
The dreams which early moments deck'd—Hope's sunny summer hours, are o'er;And my frail bark at last is wreck'dOn sullen reason's ...
The sun comes forward in his purple robeFrom the dark chambers of the tranquil night!The smiles of morning gild the ...
The heart has tendrils like the vine,Which round another's bosom twine,Outspringing from the living treeOf deeply-planted sympathy;Whose flowers are hope, ...
As from the vapours of the eastThe sun o'er morning's twilight steals,So truth illumes the pious breast,When man his inmost ...
If in the vast material world No atom ever perished—thoughIn multitudinous changes hurl'd Upwards and downwards, to and fro,And all that in ...
From the recesses of a lowly spiritMy humble prayer ascends—O Father! hear it!Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive ...
Why should dreams so dark and dreary Fill my thought? Is there nought,Nought to soothe and bless the weary?Night may wrap the ...
The strong and sovran links that bindThe sympathizing mind with mind,Were moulded in the courts above;And kind design of Heavenly ...
Father and Friend! Thy light, Thy love Beaming through all Thy works we see;Thy glory gilds the heavens above, And all the ...
Upon the Gospel's sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine;And as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine.On ...
A thousand, thousand changing things Man's mortal pilgrimage befall;But virtue, but religion, brings Sweet hopes and steadfast joys for all.The restlessness that ...
Bow down Thine ear, Almighty One! Though from earth's vale our pray'rs ascend,Still they may reach Thy heav'nly throne, And with the ...
The days of mortal man Are vain, and swiftly gone;Yet virtuous thoughts and deeds May hallow ev'ry one; There's not a day Or hour ...
O could our art, or our desire, Make mortal man immortal here,And kindle an eternal fire From life's vain sparks of hope ...
"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."—Matt. ch. iv. v. 34.Await not with dismay To-morrow's threatening things;Sufficient to the day The ...
Yes! hopeful—trustful—onward ever, Each helping each—all urging all;The mighty stream, receding never; The rippling flow—the waterfall.Slow—swift, but irresistibly,Rolls the grand tide of ...
Abstraction from all thought, all care, all love, All hatred and all sympathy; can this— This soul-annihilation—be Heaven's bliss?This, virtue's highest recompense ...
One! One! One! art Thou, Judge and King and God alone:Thee we worship, and allow None to share Thy glory—none!Great, great, great, ...
I wander through a foreign land, And still Thy love is mine;And, guided by Thy gracious hand, I feel that I am ...
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,He feels the presence of a God:Around, above, beneath,—where'erHis thought can reach, a God ...
Man is not left untold, untaught, Untrained by Heav'n to heavenly things;No! ev'ry fleeting hour has brought Lessons of wisdom on its ...
Round us, o'er us, is there aughtWhich can fill our highest thought; Aught which may deserve to beWith our noblest aims ...
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