Fireside Reveries (Google eBook)

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Rumford Printing Company, 1904 - 187 pages
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Page 54 - LJH Frost. Oh, hills of God ! How fair ye stand, Watching for aye the border land ; Like hoary sentinels ye seem, Guarding the forest, lake, and stream. The Maker's hand hath stamped on thee His impress of eternity ; And throughout all the changeful years, No change upon ye ere appears. Your towering heads so grandly high, Oft veiled by fleecy folds of sky, Great monuments appear to be, Of God's eternal majesty. The verdant vales about your feet The story of God's love repeat ; While from each cool,...
Page 17 - s most close embrace ; nor start To feel the frozen life-blood on the heart Press heavy down. Those forms are lifeless clay; The better part the soul hath passed away. Thou city of the dead ! Peace to thy shades ! Up to that land where glory never fades, Thou leadest us. Our pathway lies through thee Unto eternal day. Our souls all free From hindering clay that they have cast aside Within thy halls, shall flee, and hence abide With the Eternal. But oh, city ! keep Thou safe the sacred forms...
Page 156 - ... snow, And home seems dark since we miss them so. Was there ever another form so fair As the one we loved and buried there? Or the face so sweet with its eyes of blue. And the lips that smiled as the angels do ; Bright bonny hair with its waves of gold, Half of its beauty can never be told. There's a dear, kind heart lying under the snow. How much we loved it the world does not know. We long for its tenderness ofttimes in vain, As the sun-scorched earth thirsts for cooling rain. There is nothing...
Page 161 - ... help she can give those dependent ones and how much of her own sunny nature she can impart to her patients to help lighten their burden. THRENODY By LJH Frost The red sun has sunk in the sea; The wind is mournfully sighing; My heart beats sadly. Ah, me! On the hearth the embers are dying. There's a withered rose in my hand; Long ago it was full of sweetness, For it grew in a sunny land, And dreamed not of summer's briefness. Now it tells of a joy so sweet That it banished all thought of sorrow;...
Page 90 - ... WAYS ARE NOT AS MAN'S WAYS By LJH Frost Know ye who count wealth by its millions, That God made the green earth for all, And loves with the same love his children, Whether men call them great or small. Come down from thy lofty pedestals, Where thy rubies and diamonds shine, And know that with all of thy greatness, Some one's flagstaff stands higher than thine. And remember the "mites" of the widow Weighed more in the Master's esteem Than the rich men's glittering silver, With their haughty pride...
Page 180 - And bring back to earth her green garments, Warm sunshine and soft falling rain. She will bring back the brook's lost music, And the birds with their merry lays, And the flowers with all the fragrance That perfumes the long summer days. She will cover the naked tree boughs In fair robes of beautiful green, And send gentle zephyrs to kiss them, And dance in their glittering sheen. So let us be patient and hopeful, Nor mourn for the dying year, For Spring with all her sweetness Will certainly soon...
Page 20 - ... hair, Carefully folded and lying there. Once it adorned the beautiful brow Of one who is peacefully sleeping now. Long, long ago we laid her to rest, With sweet flowers scattered over her breast; Under the willows a grave was made, Into it gently our treasure we laid. Only a lock of silver-grey hair, From the wrinkled brow that once was so fair; From the brow of one whose worth was ne'er told, Whose loving heart could never grow old. Oh, that silver lock doth volumes tell, Of the...
Page 147 - ... path leads up through the woodland Where berries lurk under green leaves ; And the robin and bluebird are singing In the top of the tall elm trees. I have reached the stone clad in mosses, That stands in the shadowy dell, Where I've oft sat listening to love tales That birds to their mates will tell. And down where the trees have parted, The river flows on as of old ; While the wonderful alchemist sunset Is turning its waters to gold. And they sparkle and gleam as they used to, While we watched...
Page 20 - ... estate, a few rods northeast of the Orchard House. A BENEDICTION By Moses Gage Shirley God give you peace, God give you rest And noble thoughts within your breast, And for His mercies, where you go Each day, some act of kindness show. ONLY A LOCK OF SILVER GREY By LJH Frost Only a lock of silver-grey hair, Carefully folded and lying there. Once it adorned the beautiful brow Of one who is peacefully sleeping now. Long, long ago we laid her to rest, With sweet flowers scattered over her breast;...
Page 44 - Hall on Sunday, April 16, 1899.] By LJ II. Frost Tread softly, he sleepeth; The day hath been long. He is weary of music, Of mirth and of song. Kind angels are watching Beside him today, Keeping all sorrow And turmoil away. Tread softly, he sleepeth ; The day hath been long. He is tired of dividing The right from the wrong; And tired of sowing For others to reap, He hath folded his hands And fallen asleep. Tread softly, he sleepeth; The day hath been long, And foes have been many, Friends long have...

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