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Page 109 - Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 111 - THERE is a land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty, virtue...
Page 153 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Page 92 - Now earth and ocean vanish'd, all serene The starry firmament alone was seen ; Through the slow, silent hours, he watch'd the host Of midnight suns in western darkness lost, Till Night himself, on shadowy pinions borne, Fled o'er the mighty waters, and the morn Danced on the mountains: — "Lights of heaven!
Page 154 - The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; Oh, listen ! I will speak no more ; Be silent, pride ! " Art thou a WRETCH, of hope forlorn, The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell despair ? " Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast...
Page 167 - Beyond the narrow vale of time, Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, She points the way and leads the soul.
Page 158 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. "The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.
Page 218 - Encounter'd all that troubles thee ; He was — whatever thou hast been ; He is — what thou shalt be. The rolling seasons, day and night, Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main, Erewhile his portion, life and light To him exist in vain.