Voices of the HeartB. B. Mussey & Company, 1853 - 120 sidor |
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amid angel's wing angels Art thou babe bear beautiful beloved beside bird bless blossoms blue bosom breast breath bright brooklet brow cheer child clasp cloud cold dark darling DAYS OF LONG-AGO deep delicious doth E'en earth fair Father feel flowers flown folds gentle glad glance golden hand heart heaven holy Home again,-home hopes Isabel June roses late-too late light lily linger lone loving eyes lute Marie mem'ries mother motherless mournful ne'er neath nestling night Nunie o'er oasis pass PRAY FOR THEE pure REQUIEM rill shadows shining sigh silent sings sister SISTER'S HAPPY SISTER'S SONG skies sleep smile soft sorrow soul spirit spring star starless night sun-light SUN-SHOWER sweet sweetest tears Tell thine thou art Tis pleasant tone tread trust in Thee Twas twilight eyes VERMONT viewless violet voice wander watches wave ween weep wilt wings wood zephyrs
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Sida 62 - Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Sida 19 - LAY the babe upon my bosom, let me feel her sweet, warm breath, For a strange chill o'er me passes, and I know that it is death. I would gaze upon the treasure, scarcely given ere I go, — Feel her rosy dimpled fingers wander o'er my cheek of snow. I am passing through the waters, but a blessed shore appears, — Kneel beside me, husband, dearest, let me kiss away thy tears. Wrestle with thy grief, as Jacob strove from midnight until day; It may leave an angel's blessing, when it vanishes away.
Sida 116 - But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap...
Sida 37 - O, say not so ! for I would clasp her, even As when below she lay upon my breast : And dream of her as my fair bud in Heaven, Amid the blossoms blest. My little one was like a folded lily, Sweeter than any on the azure wave ; But night came down, a starless night, and chilly ; Alas ! we could not save ! Yes, as a child, serene and noble poet, (O, Heaven were dark, were children wanting there !) I hope to clasp my bud as when I wore it ; A dimpled baby fair. Though years have flown, toward my blue-eyed...
Sida 20 - Love my first-born ! oh, my husband ! turn not from the motherless. Tell her sometimes of her mother — you can call her by my name ; Shield her from the winds of sorrow — if she errs, oh, gently blame ! Lead her sometimes where I'm sleeping, I will answer if she calls ; And my breath will stir her ringlets, when my voice...
Sida 20 - tis not long she can be there, — See ! how to my heart she nestles, — 'tis the pearl I love to wear ; — If, in after years, beside thee sits another in my chair, Though her voice be sweeter music, and my face than...
Sida 21 - I'm sleeping, I will answer if she calls, And my breath will stir her ringlets, when my voice in blessing falls. Her soft blue eyes will brighten with a wonder whence it came, — In her heart when years pass o'er her, she will find her mother's name. It is said that every mortal walks between two angels here, — One records the ill, but blots it, if before the midnight drear Man...
Sida 38 - ... fair. Though years have flown toward my blue-eyed daughter, My heart yearns ofttimes with a mother's love; Its never-dying tendrils now infold her, E'en as a child above.
Sida 57 - I'm going through the eternal gates, Ere June's sweet roses blow ! Death's lovely angel leads me there, And it is sweet to go.
Sida 21 - ... Her soft blue eyes will brighten with a wonder whence it came, — In her heart when years pass o'er her, she will find her mother's name. It is said that every mortal walks between two angels here, — One records the ill, but blots it, if before the midnight drear Man repenteth; if uncancelled, then he seals it for the skies, And the right-hand angel weepeth, bowing low with veiled eyes. I will be her rightrhand angel, sealing up the good for heaven, Striving that the midnight watches find...