Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1884 |
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... turn to music every jarring sound . How longs each gulf within the weary soul To taste the life of this benignant hour , To be at one with Thine untroubled whole , And in itself to know Thy hushing power . Amid the joys of all , my ...
... turn to music every jarring sound . How longs each gulf within the weary soul To taste the life of this benignant hour , To be at one with Thine untroubled whole , And in itself to know Thy hushing power . Amid the joys of all , my ...
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... turns to trouble : Where just men suffer wrong : Where sorrow treads on joy : Where sweet things soonest cloy : Where faiths are built on dust : Where Love is half mistrust , Hungry , and barren , and sharp as the sea ; Oh , set us free ...
... turns to trouble : Where just men suffer wrong : Where sorrow treads on joy : Where sweet things soonest cloy : Where faiths are built on dust : Where Love is half mistrust , Hungry , and barren , and sharp as the sea ; Oh , set us free ...
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... TURNING . " T fortifies my soul to know IT That , though I perish , Truth is so : That , howsoe'er I stray and range , Whate'er I do , Thou dost not change . I steadier step when I recall That , if I slip , Thou dost not fall . ARTHUR ...
... TURNING . " T fortifies my soul to know IT That , though I perish , Truth is so : That , howsoe'er I stray and range , Whate'er I do , Thou dost not change . I steadier step when I recall That , if I slip , Thou dost not fall . ARTHUR ...
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... And hush her cries . Art Thou the Good ? To Thee , then , with a thirsting heart I turn , And stand , and at Thy fountain hold my urn As aye I stood . Forgive the call ! I cannot shut Thee from my PRAYER AND ASPIRATION . 91 F E Abbot.
... And hush her cries . Art Thou the Good ? To Thee , then , with a thirsting heart I turn , And stand , and at Thy fountain hold my urn As aye I stood . Forgive the call ! I cannot shut Thee from my PRAYER AND ASPIRATION . 91 F E Abbot.
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... , To nerve my faltering will ; Thy presence fills my solitude ; Thy providence turns all to good . Embosomed deep in Thy dear love , Held in Thy law , I stand ; Thy hand in all things I behold , And all Looking unto TRUST AND PEACE.
... , To nerve my faltering will ; Thy presence fills my solitude ; Thy providence turns all to good . Embosomed deep in Thy dear love , Held in Thy law , I stand ; Thy hand in all things I behold , And all Looking unto TRUST AND PEACE.
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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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46 psl. - The task, in smoother walks to stray ; But thee I now would serve more strictly if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong...