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Page 46 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wanderers given ; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast : 'Tis found above, in Heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven ; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear but Heaven.
Page ii - IDE, of the said District, hath deposited in this office, the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit : " Inductive Grammar, designed for beginners. By an Instructer." In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States...
Page 46 - There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There, rays divine disperse the gloom : Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven.
Page 97 - T is then the soul is freed from fears And doubts which here annoy ; Then they that oft had sown in tears Shall reap again in joy. 3 There is a home of sweet repose, Where storms assail no more ; The stream of endless pleasure flows On that celestial shore.
Page 129 - Tis midnight ; and, from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight ; and for others...
Page 223 - BY-PAST HOURS. Go, dream of by-past hours ; In retrospect, once more, Pluck fancy's gayest flowers, , And revel in thy store. Go, seek thy native cot, Scene of affection free, Where pleasure cheered thy lot, Where love was all to thee. Do this, but never tell The heartless world thy dream ; Its scorn would hope dispel, Would crush the fairy theme. Do this, but in thy breast Let each fond wish expire : For sorrows unrepressed Are his who loves the lyre.
Page 46 - Tis fair as breath of even ; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose, in heaven ! There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven ; When toss'd on Life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven ! There, Faith lifts up her cheerful eye...
Page 129 - Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 'Tis midnight ; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight ; and, from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight ; and for others...
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Page ii - An Act for the Encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the time* therein mentioned," and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints.