Between the Lights: Thoughts for the Quiet HourA.D.F. Randolph & Company, 1887 - 436页 "For many years gems of poetry and prose have found their way into a scrap-book, until friends, who felt a delicacy in borrowing so well-worn a volume, have urged me to give it publication. 'Between the lights' is for the 'little pause in life' at the close of the day, when the most conscientiously busy worker will steal a few moments of rest and refreshment before the lamps are lighted."--Page 3 of title page verso |
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Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. Though they sat with us by the night - fire's blaze , And bent with us the bow , And heard the tales of our fathers ' days , Which are told to others now . But tell us , thou bird of the solemn strain ! Can ...
Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. Though they sat with us by the night - fire's blaze , And bent with us the bow , And heard the tales of our fathers ' days , Which are told to others now . But tell us , thou bird of the solemn strain ! Can ...
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Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. awaits you . The divine capacity of sympathy will have a more extended sphere ; for the breathing of the Holy Ghost in the new creation never made a stoic , but left the heart's affection tender and true ...
Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. awaits you . The divine capacity of sympathy will have a more extended sphere ; for the breathing of the Holy Ghost in the new creation never made a stoic , but left the heart's affection tender and true ...
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Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. January 18 . For now we see through a glass , darkly ; but then face to face ; now I know in part ; but then shall I know even as also I am known.- I COR . xiii . 12 . HE most exalted ... QUIET HOUR . 23.
Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. January 18 . For now we see through a glass , darkly ; but then face to face ; now I know in part ; but then shall I know even as also I am known.- I COR . xiii . 12 . HE most exalted ... QUIET HOUR . 23.
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Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. Until it folds its weary wing Once more within the hand divine ; So , weary of each earthly thing , My spirit turns to Thine ! LAMARTINE . January 21 . They go from strength to strength ... QUIET HOUR . 27.
Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. Until it folds its weary wing Once more within the hand divine ; So , weary of each earthly thing , My spirit turns to Thine ! LAMARTINE . January 21 . They go from strength to strength ... QUIET HOUR . 27.
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Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn ! While on mine ear it rings , Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : Build thee more stately mansions ...
Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn ! While on mine ear it rings , Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : Build thee more stately mansions ...
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angels bear beauty beneath BERNARD OF CLUNY bird blessed blest bright calm Christ clouds comfort dark dear death deep divine dost doth earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes F. D. MAURICE faint faith Father fear feel feet flowers GEORGE ELIOT give glory God's grace grief grow hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY WARD BEECHER holy hope HORACE BUSHNELL hour human Immanuel's land infinite JAMES MARTINEAU Jesus keep leaves life's light live look Lord MADAME SWETCHINE mercy morning mountains never night o'er pain path patience peace perfect pray prayer quiet rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH SAMUEL RUTHERFORD shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars strength sweet tears tender Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought toil trust unto voice wait wandering weary WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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