Patience (Caroline Fry Poems)
Patience, when heathen darkness veil'd the world,Was that high spirit of unbending pride,That dar'd to err, but was asham'd to ...
Patience, when heathen darkness veil'd the world,Was that high spirit of unbending pride,That dar'd to err, but was asham'd to ...
There was a slave, who, born to days unbless'd,Drew from his parent blood the hard decreeOf ceaseless and unwilling servitude.His ...
LOV'D me! There needs, indeed, a voice from heaven,Fraught with some message of supernal potence,To teach me, Holy Father, that ...
IS'T joy to me that Jesus lives? That he,Whom mortals buried, burst the riven tomb,And came again to prove that ...
Humility, said Lena, as she drewA well-worn glove upon her sun-burnt hand,"Is the best ornament a Christian knows."I think not ...
'Tis past—and the recording angel bearsTo Heaven the record of another year—Another year of nature's and of mine!Nature has known ...
And is it so? Look at creation round!See you how fair, how beautiful it is,How form'd to bless, how exquisite ...
You would that I write on the Sabbath of God,But know you the meaning contain'd in that word?You would that ...
I WILL arise and go unto my Father,Alas! and when I throw me at his feet,What can I say?,The Prodigal ...
Why is my soul with weariness oppress'd,Whence is this load so heavy on my breast?Why is the tear so often ...
Resign'd! —I am resign'd, if Heaven so will,To tread awhile the subterranean pathThat leads me to my Father and my ...
O YOU who at lighter afflictions repine,Arrest your complainings and list ye to mine,And you who can sorrow for every ...
Is it not thine, O God, this passing world? Is it not thine to give it at thy will?But ...
Let us loiter awhile on this beautiful hill,—The last time, perhaps, we shall meet on its brow;The days that so ...
THOU pretty Bird, it is not here That thou art used to sing;Thou art not wont, on perch like ...
That sun which is yonder so brightly declining,That you look at with careless delight,Full many a lesson of wisdom might ...
What novel song, sweet Bird, has tun'd thy throatThou art not wont to find so sweet a note,When scarce a ...
Faith, like a simple, unsuspecting child,Serenely resting on its mother's arm,Reposing every care upon her God,Sleeps on his bosom, and ...
FORSAKEN, desolate,Ah! where is he, The God Eternal, whom our fathers served?A God whose name his children vainly boast, ...
ENOUGH for feeling, though too brief for words A moment on the lofty cliff I stood,And from the fearful ...
Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread,As o'er the lengthen'd way she sped;And often she cast a wishful eyeOn the ...
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