A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN FOR NIGHT AND MORNING Francis Turner Palgrave T HOU that once, on mother's knee, When I wake or go to bed Be beside me in the light, Close by me through all the night; Once wast thou in cradle laid, Thou art nearer when we pray, Flower in the Crannied Wall FLOWER IN THE CRANNIED F WALL Alfred, Lord Tennyson LOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand C A DIRGE Felicia Dorothea Hemans ALM on the bosom of thy God, E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its place on high! They that have seen thy look in death Last Lines N° LAST LINES Emily Bronté COWARD soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm troubled sphere: I see heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life-that in me has rest, As I-undying Life-have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts: unalterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main. To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thine infinity; So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes cease to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death, No atom that his might could render void: Thou Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed. |
