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Page 66
Verdure springs up ; and fruits and flowers invite , And groves and fountains — all things that delight . Oh , I would stop , and linger if I might ! ” We fly ; no resting for the foot we find ; All dark before , all desolate behind !
Verdure springs up ; and fruits and flowers invite , And groves and fountains — all things that delight . Oh , I would stop , and linger if I might ! ” We fly ; no resting for the foot we find ; All dark before , all desolate behind !
Page 68
And some , not here called forth , may slumber on Till this vain pageant of a world is gone ; Lying too deep for things that perish here , Waiting for life — but in a nobler sphere ! Look where he comes ! Rejoicing in his birth , Awhile ...
And some , not here called forth , may slumber on Till this vain pageant of a world is gone ; Lying too deep for things that perish here , Waiting for life — but in a nobler sphere ! Look where he comes ! Rejoicing in his birth , Awhile ...
Page 85
Graver things Come in their turn . Morning , and Evening , brings Its holy office ; and the sabbath - bell , That over wood and wild and mountain - dell Wanders so far , chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical ...
Graver things Come in their turn . Morning , and Evening , brings Its holy office ; and the sabbath - bell , That over wood and wild and mountain - dell Wanders so far , chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical ...
Page 86
... in other hearts were springing ; That House , where Age led in by Filial Love , Their looks composed , their thoughts on things above , The world forgot , or all its wrongs forgiven— Who would not say they trod the path to Heaven ?
... in other hearts were springing ; That House , where Age led in by Filial Love , Their looks composed , their thoughts on things above , The world forgot , or all its wrongs forgiven— Who would not say they trod the path to Heaven ?
Page 100
... All that their world reveals of good and fair ; And , as they wander , picturing things , like me , Not as they are but as they ought to be , Trace out the Journey through their little Day , And fondly dream an idle hour away .
... All that their world reveals of good and fair ; And , as they wander , picturing things , like me , Not as they are but as they ought to be , Trace out the Journey through their little Day , And fondly dream an idle hour away .
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