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第 107 頁 - When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a swaddling band for it, And brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors, And said, "Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed?
第 254 頁 - Ye noble few, who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile ; And what your bounded view, which only saw A little part, deemed evil, is no more : The storms of Wintry time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle alL A HYMN.
第 158 頁 - There shall he welcome thee, when thou shalt stand On his bright morning hills, with smiles more sweet Than when at first he took thee by the hand, Through the fair earth to lead thy tender feet. He shall bring back, but brighter, broader still, Life's early glory to thine eyes again, Shall clothe thy spirit with new strength, and fill Thy leaping heart with warmer love than then.
第 82 頁 - But I say unto you, Swear not at all; neither by heaven; for it is God's throne; nor by the earth; for it is his footstool : neither by Jerusalem ; for it is the city of the great King. Neither shalt thou swear by thy head, because thou canst not make one hair white or black. But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil.
第 169 頁 - From the black clouds, lies weltering and alone, Lashing and writhing till its strength be gone. Thy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep Is as a giant's slumber, loud and deep.
第 79 頁 - There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " thou blessed child ! When young, and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee — but now — " He hung his head — each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop...
第 197 頁 - tis sweet to me ! There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.
第 79 頁 - And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life , Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace! "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — "thou blessed child!
第 117 頁 - She gazed upon a world she scarcely knew As seeking not to know it ; silent, lone, As grows a flower, thus quietly she grew, And kept her heart serene within its zone. There was awe in the homage which she drew ; Her spirit seem'd as seated on a throne Apart from the surrounding world, and strong In its own strength — most strange in one so young!