Celebration of the Two-hundredth Anniversary of the Incorporation of Bridgewater, Massachusetts: At West Bridgewater, June 3, 1856 : Including the Address by Hon. Emory Washburn, of Worcester : Poem by James Reed ... and Other Exercises of the Occasion : with an Appendix

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J. Wilson and Son, 1856 - Bridgewater (Mass. : Town) - 167 pages
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Page 14 - Is Ephraim my dear son ? is he a pleasant child ? for since I spake against him, I do earnestly remember him still : therefore my bowels are troubled for him ; I will surely have mercy upon him, saith the Lord.
Page 105 - ... bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 109 - While scourged by famine from the smiling land. The mournful peasant leads his humble band; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms, a garden and a grave.
Page 107 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 100 - Muse The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 107 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 105 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Page 82 - My heart is awed within me, when I think Of the great miracle that still goes on, In silence, round me — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever. Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo...
Page 104 - ... from the north and the south, the east and the west, to press into its membership.
Page 36 - Monday they sounded the harbor and found it fit for shipping, and marched into the land and found divers cornfields and little running brooks, a place (as they supposed) fit for situation. At least it was the best they could find, and the season and their present necessity made them glad to accept of it.

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