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Roses and Thorns Or Recollections of an Artist: A Tale of Truth, for the ...
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Page 11 - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view!
Page 91 - Their bending knees the ground ; But God abhors the sacrifice Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere ; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there.
Page 175 - That is not home, where day by day I wear the busy hours away. That is not home, where lonely night Prepares me for the toils of light — 'Tis hope, and joy, and memory, give A home in which the heart can live...
Page 113 - O man, what is good ; and what doth the Lord thy God require of thee ; but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God ?
Page 179 - DEEM not that they are blest alone, Whose days a peaceful tenor keep ; The God, who loves our race, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep.
Page 81 - THE STRANGER'S HEART. THE stranger's heart! oh, wound it not! A yearning anguish is its lot ; In the green shadow of thy tree The stranger finds no rest with thee. Thou thinkst the vine's low rustling leaves Glad music round thy household eaves ; To him that sound hath sorrow's tone — The stranger's heart is with his own. Thou thinkst thy children's laughing play A lovely sight at fall...
Page 162 - Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road Which leads us to the mount of God ? Are these the toils Thy people know, While in...
Page 96 - I gather thee : in a little wrath, I hid my face from thee ; but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith the Lord, thy Redeemer; Is.