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Page 71 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Page 115 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 116 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
Page 31 - Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou : ; Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Page 31 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, — He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Page 71 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
Page 34 - blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all the music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own, — A hollow form with empty hands.
Page 115 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.