Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1884 |
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... grace ; Nor know we any thing so fair As is the smile upon thy face ; Flowers laugh before thee on their beds : And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the 46 QUIET HOURS .
... grace ; Nor know we any thing so fair As is the smile upon thy face ; Flowers laugh before thee on their beds : And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the 46 QUIET HOURS .
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... grace . So now , whene'er , in journeying on , I feel The shadow of the Providential Hand , Deep breathless stirrings shoot across my breast , Searching to know what He will now reveal , What sin uncloak , what stricter rule command ...
... grace . So now , whene'er , in journeying on , I feel The shadow of the Providential Hand , Deep breathless stirrings shoot across my breast , Searching to know what He will now reveal , What sin uncloak , what stricter rule command ...
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... RICHARDS . UNDER THE CLOUD . BEAUTEOUS things of earth ! I cannot feel To - day . your worth O kind and constant friend ! Our spirits cannot blend To - day . O Lord of truth and grace ! I cannot see 74 QUIET HOURS . Under the Cloud.
... RICHARDS . UNDER THE CLOUD . BEAUTEOUS things of earth ! I cannot feel To - day . your worth O kind and constant friend ! Our spirits cannot blend To - day . O Lord of truth and grace ! I cannot see 74 QUIET HOURS . Under the Cloud.
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A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. O Lord of truth and grace ! I cannot see Thy face To - day . A shadow on my heart Keeps me from all apart To - day . Yet something in me knows How fair creation glows To - day . And something ...
A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. O Lord of truth and grace ! I cannot see Thy face To - day . A shadow on my heart Keeps me from all apart To - day . Yet something in me knows How fair creation glows To - day . And something ...
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... grace be given that I may walk therein , Not like the hireling , for his selfish gain , With backward glances and reluctant tread , Making a merit of his coward dread , - - But , cheerful , in the light around me thrown , Walking as one ...
... grace be given that I may walk therein , Not like the hireling , for his selfish gain , With backward glances and reluctant tread , Making a merit of his coward dread , - - But , cheerful , in the light around me thrown , Walking as one ...
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abide ALFRED TENNYSON ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty behold blessed blest breast breath bright calm CHARLES TURNER child clouds dark dear death deep divine doth dream earth eternal eyes fair faith Father fear feet flowers Gerhard Tersteegen gleams gloom God's grief happy Hartley Coleridge hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jean Ingelow JOHN JOHN HENRY NEWMAN JOHN KEBLE JOHN MILTON life's light live look Lord MATTHEW ARNOLD morning never night o'er pain Paul Flemming PAUL GERHARDT peace praise pray prayer quiet Rector Potens rest round secret shadow shalt shine sight silent sing sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet tender Thee Thine things Thou art thou content thou dost Thou hast Thou wilt thought Thy hand Thy love Thyself toil trust truth unto voice wait wandered weary Whate'er WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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