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ADIEL afar angel appear approach beams beautiful Behold Bethlehem blessed blest breathe bright bring changes charm CHORUS comes cometh dark dawn divine doth e'en e'er earth ELIZABETH enters eyes fair fear feet fiends give glad glory hand haste hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly HECATE hell hills holy hour ITHIEL kind King land late lead leave light live lonely look Lord lowly Monarch morn Mysteries never night Note o'er OMAR once peace praise princely prophet pure reign rest REUEL rise round royal sage scarce Scene seen SERAH SHEPHERD SHEPHERDESS shining sing skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit star story sure swains sweet tell thee thine things thou throng true voice wake watch wilderness wings wonders yield ZACHARIAS
Page 43 - the parent's transport and the parent's care." Blessings are fondly poured upon thy head. Rest thee there in thy little bed, thou happy emblem of the loved and pure in heaven ' " Visions sure of joy Are gladdening his rest; and ah, who knows But waiting angels do converse in sleep With babes like this !" imparting to his infant soul unutterable things, whispering soft of bliss immortal given, and pouring into his 'new-born senses the dreams of opening heaven. What charms and momentous interests surround...
Page 49 - Ho ! here they are full sure, and fast asleep, I left them to bring back one straying lamb, And find them losing scores. Come, rouse ye drones ! Ho here ! awake I What mean ye thus at rest!
Page 71 - With deep amaze All radiant stranger thy instructions sage And marvellous, we hear; yet would inquire (If not profane to ask) their meaning hid And scarce contain'd by our surprised ears.
Page 34 - CHORUS. Dire ! dire indeed ! we weep, we wail! But his fiery-flooded hail Burns not as his triumph stings; Nor scathes our air-infecting wings...
Page 36 - Why waste in words The hours we might employ in mighty works, In deeds that shall outyell our falling groans, And like our torment smoke eternally.
Page 80 - If in those arms, those breasts, ye take delight, Oh woo them still; they're beautiful though dust!