Sunshine in the Soul: Poems Selected by the Editor of "Quiet Hours".Roberts [Brothers], 1881 - 124 psl. |
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Sunshine in the Soul– Poems Selected by the Editor of "Quiet Hours".. First ... Mary Wilder Tileston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
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abide beautiful our lives blessing blest bliss breast breath bright calm CHAMBERED NAUTILUS child dark dear deep despair thou never divine dost doth earth eternal evermore eyes faith fall fear feel fill Flower FOOLISH heart GANNETT gate called Beautiful GERHARD TERSTEEGEN give glad glory God's grace grief hand happy hast hath hear heaven HENRY SEPTIMUS SUTTON HENRY VAUGHAN Hesperus holy hope hushed HYMN JOHN STERLING lead leave thyself life's light liveth Lord mercy morn neath night nightly skies ordains is right pains God o'er PAUL GERHardt peace praise prayer Quiet Hours rest restless rich in love rise shadow shadows fall shine silent sing smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sunshine sweet sweetest tender thank Thee Thine things Thou art thou canst thought Thy love thy pains Thy presence toil VESPER voice wait weep Whate'er Whate'er God WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS wind
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38 psl. - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
124 psl. - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away : Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
39 psl. - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea ! — OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
11 psl. - Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate. For, lo ! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face.
55 psl. - Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see; And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee.
67 psl. - O LORD ! how happy should we be If we could cast our care on thee, — If we from self could rest; And feel at heart, that one above In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best.
112 psl. - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
64 psl. - If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word ; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord.
56 psl. - TUDGE not; the workings of his brain " And of his heart thou canst not see ; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, In God's pure light may only be A scar, brought from some well-won field, Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.
118 psl. - I thank Thee too that Thou hast made Joy to abound ; So many gentle thoughts and deeds Circling us round. That in the darkest spot of earth Some love is found.