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Page 26 - And I heard a voice from heaven, as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of a great thunder...
Page 189 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 89 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
Page 174 - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep sore for him that goeth away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
Page 66 - Moreover your little ones, which ye said should be a prey, and your children, which in that day had no knowledge between good and evil, they shall go in thither, and unto them will I give it, and they shall possess it.
Page 40 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 51 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Page 86 - What brought them to that world above ? That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love ; How came those children there ? Singing, Glory, glory.