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Sida 96 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Sida 93 - Of thy paternal splendours, and the pomp Of those who fill thy courts in highest heaven, The radiant Cherubim ; — accept the thanks Which we, thy humble Creatures, here convened, Presume to offer ; we, who — from the breast — Of the frail earth, permitted to behold The faint reflections only of thy face — Are yet exalted, and in soul adore ! Such as they are who in thy presence stand Unsullied, incorruptible, and drink Imperishable majesty streamed forth From thy empyreal throne, the elect...
Sida 96 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Sida 89 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Sida 97 - A Voice to Light gave Being ; To Time, and Man his earth-born chronicler ; A Voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing, And sweep away life's visionary stir ; The trumpet (we, intoxicate with pride, Arm at its blast for deadly wars) To archangelic lips applied, The grave shall open, quench the stars.
Sida 110 - And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness, — Round our restlessness, His rest.
Sida 92 - In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired. No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request ; Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made liim ; it was blessedness and love...
Sida 107 - And yet I know past all doubting, truly — A knowledge greater than grief can dim— I know, as he loved, he will love me duly — Yea better — e'en better than I love him. And as I walk by the vast calm river, The awful river so dread to see, I say, ' Thy breadth and thy depth for ever Are bridged by his thoughts that cross to me.