Spring: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Sing thy Creator's praise, and ownHim greatest—wisest—God alone;He wraps himself in robes of light,And, clothed in garments pure and bright,Of ...
Sing thy Creator's praise, and ownHim greatest—wisest—God alone;He wraps himself in robes of light,And, clothed in garments pure and bright,Of ...
First, Mightiest Deity! Eternal Mind!Revealed—but hidden One!Thou in a vale of fadeless glory shrin'd,Yet to all seen and known!Holy Jehovah! ...
How shall I praise Thee, Lord of light?How all thy generous love declare?Though earth is veil'd in shades of night,Thy ...
'Tis now the solemn hour when spirits comeTo alarm credulity—'tis now the hourWhen disembodied ghosts have awful powerTo burst the ...
Where'er I turn my restless eye,Wand'ring from earth to heaven, from sphere to sphere,Great God! I feel Thy present Deity,Every ...
My eye look'd round upon the vast expanseOf glorious Nature—and my raptured vision,Revelling in the early day-beams' waken'd glance,Saw rocks, ...
Look around thee—see decayOn her wing of darkness, sweepingEarth's proud monuments away—See the muse of history weepingO'er the ruins time ...
"Let not your hearts be troubled, but confide"In me as ye confide in God; I go"A mansion for my followers ...
Hours, days, weeks,—so our life-time flows—Gently, as melt the vernal snowsBeneath the sun; they pass away,Like dew-drops in the eye ...
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 ...
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
The evening star is aloft in heaven, Palely it shines alone;And nought is awake in the eye of even, But the never-sleeping ...
The day is done;—the night comes calmly forth,Bringing sweet rest upon the wings of even:The golden wain rolls round the ...
The heavens, O Lord! Thy power proclaim,And the earth echoes back Thy name;Ten thousand voices speak Thy might,And day to ...
The hour of peace resumes againIts tranquil, silent, solemn reign;Sorrow a short cessation knowsOn the soft couch of calm repose,And ...
How wisely is the stream of life controll'dIn its mild course—exhausted, and renew'd;When toiling day its hurried tide has roll'd,Comes ...
And so the active week againIts course begins—and so renew'd,Our moments' busy multitude,Falling like rapid drops of rain,Sink in the ...
When the bark by a gentle breath is driven,And the bright sun dances in the heavenUp and down, as 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 ...
Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...
Thou art my glory—Thou my song, whose throneIs built upon the highest heavens—and thenceRollest the spheres by Thine omnipotence—Thou art ...
To Thee, my God! to Thee I bringThe evening's grateful offering;From Thee, the source of joy above,Flow everlasting streams of ...
The night has thrown its shadows o'er the land,And rest re-visits nature.—Evening's train,With day's extinguish'd torches in their hand,Have pass'd ...
Come forth in thy purple robes again, Thou brightest star of heaven!Another day the Guardian of men Has to his children given.Receive ...
Thou, Lord! art all in all—and man is nought:For tho' in privileged hours his soaring thoughtWould seem to catch a ...
Come, let us leave the vain, the proud,The ambitious, and the worldly wise;Pomp's revels, turbulent and loud,And pleasure's tempting vanities;And ...
Father! at whose awakening nodThe early day-break gilds the hills;'Tis Thine almighty mandate, God!Which mountain, valley, sea and sod,With light ...
Thou best of Beings!—now the night is fled,And day awakes in all its bliss again;Man, rising from his heaven-protected bed,Is ...
The sand of another week has run,All but its last and closing day;And its few remnant moments soonThe common ruin ...
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