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 ...
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 ...
When the bark by a gentle breath is driven,And the bright sun dances in the heavenUp and down, as the ...
The orient is lighted with crimson glow, The night and its dreams are fled,And the glorious roll of nature now Is in ...
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 ...
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 ...
Father! at whose awakening nodThe early day-break gilds the hills;'Tis Thine almighty mandate, God!Which mountain, valley, sea and sod,With light ...
When Morn peeps o'er the mountain's height,And the last star has left the sky,And dews disperse at waking light,And Earth ...
O sweet it is to know, to feel,In all our gloom, our wand'rings here—No night of sorrow can concealMan from ...
Thou, whose high praise in heaven and earth is sung,Each heart pervading, tuning every tongue;Thou, whom my soul devoutly would ...
Thro' the thick trees the evening breezes speak,And ripple the calm surface of the lake;And heaven is clad in its ...
The sun comes forward in his purple robeFrom the dark chambers of the tranquil night!The smiles of morning gild the ...
Like a priestess from her temple's shade,In her holiest robes of light array'd,The morn walks forth;—day's glorious starTowers o'er the ...
The day is past, night's gentle power renewsIts holy influence o'er created things;The earth is bathed in evening's gentle dews,And ...
Waked by Thy sun, again my thoughts ascendTo Thee, my heavenly Father! and they blendIn one devotional hymn of praise ...
Stillness reigns—the vapours stealSlowly down the mountain's brow,And the evening shadows veilNature's face of brightness now;Flowers put off their glorious ...
Father! Source of light and love!Thou, whose throne of majesty,Fix'd yon thousand suns above,Gladdens all the earth with joy:Mercy-streaming, promise-beaming,Let ...
Extinguish'd is the last lone star,The shadows of night are gone,And lo! in the east, day's golden carIs fill'd by ...
Lord! to whose being ages are but moments,Fugitive moments! Thou, Eternal Father!Listen in mercy—for life's passing shadows Soon will be scatter'd.'Tis ...
From the recesses of a lowly spiritMy humble prayer ascends—O Father! hear it!Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive ...
A holy stillness fills the sky,While evening tunes its vesper song,And, like a sacred lamp, on highThe solitary moon is ...
Written for the Dedication Services at Oakfield Road Church, Clifton. 13th Nov. 1864.A house to God the Monarch built, For altars ...
Lead me through this rugged way, Friend and Father! God and Guide!Light me through the darksome day, To a tranquil eventide.Shepherd of ...
Father! Thy paternal care Has my guardian been, my guide:Every hallowed wish and prayer Has Thy hand of love supplied:Thine is every ...
Father and Friend! Thy light, Thy love Beaming through all Thy works we see;Thy glory gilds the heavens above, And all the ...
Ever present in Thy sight, To Thy gracious will I bow,For Thou wilt conduct me right, Though I know not always how.What ...
We walked in darkness, but at last Are cheered by Heaven's eternal light;The dreary shades of death are past, And all beyond ...
O thou high and holy One!Who in heaven hast fixed Thy throne,Whom we God and Father call—Father! dearest name 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 ...
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