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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 ...

Summer: Friday Morning: To The Incomprehens (John Bowring Poems)

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! ...

Spring: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

How shall I praise Thee, Lord of light?How all thy generous love declare?Though earth is veil'd in shades of night,Thy ...

Spring: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

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, ...

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 ...

Summer: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

"Let not your hearts be troubled, but confide"In me as ye confide in God; I go"A mansion for my followers ...

Winter: Thursday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

The day is done;—the night comes calmly forth,Bringing sweet rest upon the wings of even:The golden wain rolls round the ...

Spring: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

The heavens, O Lord! Thy power proclaim,And the earth echoes back Thy name;Ten thousand voices speak Thy might,And day to ...

Winter: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

The hour of peace resumes againIts tranquil, silent, solemn reign;Sorrow a short cessation knowsOn the soft couch of calm repose,And ...

Evening Thoughts on Death (John Bowring Poems)

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 ...

Autumn: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

The orient is lighted with crimson glow, The night and its dreams are fled,And the glorious roll of nature now Is in ...

Summer: Friday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...

Summer: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

To Thee, my God! to Thee I bringThe evening's grateful offering;From Thee, the source of joy above,Flow everlasting streams of ...

Winter: Monday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

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 ...

Summer: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

Come forth in thy purple robes again, Thou brightest star of heaven!Another day the Guardian of men Has to his children given.Receive ...

Spring: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

Thou, Lord! art all in all—and man is nought:For tho' in privileged hours his soaring thoughtWould seem to catch a ...

Winter: Thursday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

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 ...

Summer: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

The sand of another week has run,All but its last and closing day;And its few remnant moments soonThe common ruin ...

Summer: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

O sweet it is to know, to feel,In all our gloom, our wand'rings here—No night of sorrow can concealMan from ...

Autumn: Friday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

This is the day when prejudice and guiltThe blood of innocence and virtue spilt!'Twas in those orient Syrian lands afar,O'er ...

Anxieties and Comforts (John Bowring Poems)

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 ...

Autumn: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

The sun comes forward in his purple robeFrom the dark chambers of the tranquil night!The smiles of morning gild the ...

Summer: Wednesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

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 ...

Winter: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

Another portion of life rolls on, The week glides calmly by;And down the swift stream of time we run, To the sea ...

Autumn: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)

Waked by Thy sun, again my thoughts ascendTo Thee, my heavenly Father! and they blendIn one devotional hymn of praise ...

Autumn: Saturday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,The stars are twinkling faintly o'er us;All nature wears her garb of grief;While day's ...

Winter: Tuesday Evening (John Bowring Poems)

The earth again puts on its evening dress;And wakening yon innumerable stars,A twilight, milder than the eye of dayAnd fairer ...

Winter: Wednesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)