The Poetical Writings of the Late Willis Gaylord Clark

J.S. Redfield, 1847 - 156 páginas
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Página 54 - They perish where they have their birth ; But love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; Too oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Página 128 - Like some /Eolian strain, Breathing at eventide serene and clear ; His voice is choked in dust, and on his eyes The unbroken seal of peace and silence lies. And from thy yearning heart, Whose inmost core was warm with love for him, A gladness must depart, And those kind eyes with many tears be dim ; While lonely memories, an unceasing train, Will turn the raptures of the past to pain. Yet, mourner, while the day Rolls like the darkness of a funeral by, And hope forbids one ray To stream athwart the...
Página 23 - ... arms were locked, — Long be her love repaid ; In the same cradle we were rocked, Round the same hearth we played. " Our boyish sports were all the same, Each little joy and woe ; — Let manhood keep alive the flame Lit up so long ago. " We are but two, —be that the band To hold us till we die ; Shoulder to shoulder let us stand, Till side by side we lie.
Página 151 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Página 127 - The death wind swept him to his soft repose, As frost in spring-time blights the early rose. Never on earth again Will his rich accents charm thy listening ear, Like some...
Página 109 - School. 1 WE have met in peace together In this house of God again ; Constant friends have led us hither, Here to chant the solemn strain ; Here to breathe our adoration, Here the Saviour's praise to sing ; May the Spirit of salvation Come with healing in his wing. 2 We have met, and time is flying ; We shall part, and still his wing, Sweeping o'er the dead and dying, Will the changeful seasons bring : Let us, while our hearts are lightest, In our fresh and early years...
Página 22 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.
Página 54 - THERE is a voice I shall hear no more : There are tones whose music for me is o'er; Sweet as the odours of spring were they — Precious and rich — but they died away : They came like peace to my heart and ear — Never again will they murmur here : They have gone, like the blush of a summer morn — Like a crimson cloud, through the sunset borne.
Página 63 - many mansions '' lingering glow, In peerless lustre shed. It were not lonely thus to soar Where sin and grief can sting no more.
Página 122 - Alps on Alps " still rise ; the lofty home Of storms and eagles, where their pinions roam : Still round their peaks the magic colors lie, Of morn and eve, imprinted on the sky ; And still, while kings and thrones shall fade and fall, And empty crowns lie dim upon the pall, — Still shall their glaciers flash, their torrents roar, Till kingdoms fail, and nations rise no more.

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