The Optimist's Good NightLittle, Brown,, 1912 - 368 psl. |
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... mother does her child . Sing us to sleep with music such as angels sung , of Thy good will to men . Thus , even while we sleep may sparks of vestal fire burn low within our souls , until when morning comes again and men go forth unto ...
... mother does her child . Sing us to sleep with music such as angels sung , of Thy good will to men . Thus , even while we sleep may sparks of vestal fire burn low within our souls , until when morning comes again and men go forth unto ...
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... mother's faith comes back to me , Crouched at her side I seem to be , And mother holds my hands again . 66 Oh , for an hour in that dear place ! Oh , for the peace of that dear time ! Oh , for that childish trust sublime ! Oh , for a ...
... mother's faith comes back to me , Crouched at her side I seem to be , And mother holds my hands again . 66 Oh , for an hour in that dear place ! Oh , for the peace of that dear time ! Oh , for that childish trust sublime ! Oh , for a ...
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... mother's faith comes back to me , Crouched at her side I seem to be , And mother bolds my bands again . Oh , for an hour in that dear place ! Oh , for the peace of that dear time ! Oh , for that childish trust sublime ! Oh , for a ...
... mother's faith comes back to me , Crouched at her side I seem to be , And mother bolds my bands again . Oh , for an hour in that dear place ! Oh , for the peace of that dear time ! Oh , for that childish trust sublime ! Oh , for a ...
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... mother's tears ; And , for strange comfort , through the aching years , Men's hungry souls have named that great Heart , God ! MARGARET Deland . And now , O God , Our God , we would do more than speak about Thee ; we would speak to Thee ...
... mother's tears ; And , for strange comfort , through the aching years , Men's hungry souls have named that great Heart , God ! MARGARET Deland . And now , O God , Our God , we would do more than speak about Thee ; we would speak to Thee ...
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... mother's tears ; And , for strange comfort , through the aching years , Men's hungry souls have named that great Heart , God ! MARGARET DELAND . And now , O God , Our God , we would do more than speak about Thee ; we would speak to Thee ...
... mother's tears ; And , for strange comfort , through the aching years , Men's hungry souls have named that great Heart , God ! MARGARET DELAND . And now , O God , Our God , we would do more than speak about Thee ; we would speak to Thee ...
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A. D. T. WHITNEY abide ALICE CARY Amen beauty bring burden CHARLES cheer child Christ clouds comfort courage darkness divine dreams duty earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL ELLA WHEELER WILCOX eternal everlasting eyes face faith fear feel Forgive GEORGE GEORGE L gift give glad glory God's grace Grant happy heart Heavenly Father Help HENRY VAN DYKE HENRY WADSWORTH LONGfellow HENRY WARD BEECHER hope hour infinite Jesus JOHN KENDRICK BANGS life's light lives look Lord MARGARET DELAND morning mother never night ourselves patient PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR perfect PERIN pray Thee prayer quiet refreshed rejoice rest ROBERT LOVEMAN shadows shine sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm strength sunshine sweet tasks thank Thee Thine things Thou art Thou dost Thou knowest Thou wilt thought Thy children Thy hand Thy love Thy presence Thyself toil tomorrow tonight trust in Thee truth unto weary wind word
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27 psl. - WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
20 psl. - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.