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Alleluia art Thou BEAUTIFUL GATE bless bloom blossom canst CANTICLE Christ is arisen clod CUP RUNNETH dark dawn dear death deep divine door DRAWING NEARER dream earth earthly Easter eternal eyes Father feel feet flower forever glad glow God's Hand in hand hand with angels happy bells hath hear heart heaven heavenly heavenward holy hour human HYMNS i6mo immortal inmost life's lift light lily lives Lord love's Lucy Larcom mortal mystery nearer Thee never night Open your heart pain path perfect praise prayer pure radiance restless heart robes share shining shore Show me Thy Sing song sorrow soul spirit splendor star sunrise sweet thank Thee Thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought Thy breath Thy face Thy love Thy Presence Thy world Thyself to-day truth unfold unseen wait weary whisper wilt wings wonder
Page 102 - WHEN for me the silent oar Parts the Silent River, And I stand upon the shore Of the strange For-ever, Shall I miss the loved and known ? Shall I vainly seek mine own ? Mid the crowd that come to meet Spirits sin-forgiven, — Listening to their echoing feet Down the streets of heaven, — Shall I know a footstep near That I listen, wait for here...
Page 23 - I thank Thee, O my God ! For the earth, and all its beauty ; The sky and all its light; For the dim and soothing shadows, That rest the dazzled sight ; For unfading fields and prairies, Where sense in vain has trod ; For the world's exhaustless beauty, I thank Thee, O my God...
Page 26 - To work — to rest — for each a time ; I toil, but I must also climb. What soul was ever quite at ease Shut in by earthly boundaries ? I am not glad till I have known Life that can lift me from my own ; A loftier level must be won, A mightier strength to lean upon. And heaven draws near as I ascend ; The breeze invites, the stars befriend, All things are beckoning to the Best; I climb to thee, my God, for rest...
Page 102 - ... strange Forever, Shall I miss the loved and known ? Shall I vainly seek mine own ? Mid the crowd that come to meet Spirits sin-forgiven, — Listening to their echoing feet Down the streets of heaven, — Shall I know a footstep near That I listen, wait for here ? Then will one approach the brink With a hand extended, One whose thoughts I loved to think Ere the veil was rended ; Saying, " Welcome ! we have died, And again are side by side?" Saying, " I will go with thee, That thou be not lonely,...
Page 25 - At friendly shores, at peaceful isles, I touch, but may not long delay ; Where Thy flushed East with mystery smiles, I steer into the unrisen day. For veils of hope before Thee drawn, For mists that hint the immortal coast Hid in Thy farthest, faintest dawn, — My God, for these I thank Thee most. Joy, joy ! to see, from every shore Whereon my step makes pressure fond, Thy sunrise reddening still before ! More light, more love, more life beyond I LATER POEMS.
Page 23 - For the world's exhaustless beauty, I thank Thee, O my God! For an eye of inward seeing; A soul to know and love; For these common aspirations, That our high heirship prove; For the hearts that bless each other Beneath Thy smile, Thy rod; For the amaranth saved from Eden I thank Thee, O my God!
Page 26 - Gird me with the strength of Thy steadfast hills, The speed of Thy streams give me. In the spirit that calms, with the life that thrills, I would stand or run for Thee. Let me be Thy voice, or Thy silent power, As the cataract, or the peak,— An eternal thought, in my earthly hour, Of the living God to speak.
Page 98 - Not asking rest from toil ; — Sweet toil, that draws us nearer to Thy side ; Ever to tend Thy planting satisfied, Though in ungenial soil : Nor to be freed from care, That lifts us out of self's lone hollowness ; Since unto Thy dear feet we all may press, And leave our burdens there: But...
Page 106 - Because we know thee near us, and nearer still to Him Who fills thy cup of being with glory to the brim, We will not stain with grieving our fair, though fainter light, But cling to thee in spirit as if thou wert in sight. And as in waves of beauty the swift years come and go, Upon celestial currents our deeper life shall flow, Hearing, from that sweet country where blighting never came, Love chime the hours immortal, in earth and heaven the same.