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Sida 35 - The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice : the floods lift up their waves. The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters : yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.
Sida 78 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Sida 77 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one.
Sida 104 - I see them walking in an air of glory, "Whose light doth trample on my days — My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
Sida 111 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers : Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy...
Sida 91 - O God of our salvation; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea.
Sida 111 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Sida 9 - With the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way. Ah ! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May. Ah! my heart is sick with longing, Longing for the May...
Sida 104 - O Father of eternal life, and all Created glories under thee, Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall Into true liberty...
Sida 77 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute.