Discourses in Memory of Robert Waterston

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Cambridge, Press of J. Wilson and son, 1869 - 72 páginas
 

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Página 32 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha-Bible, ance his father's pride; His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!
Página 18 - But grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime Bless with an age exempt from scorn or crime ; An age that melts with unperceived decay, And glides in modest innocence away; Whose peaceful day benevolence endears, Whose night congratulating conscience cheers ; The gen'ral fav'rite as the gen'ral friend : Such age there is, and who shall wish its end ? Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortune flings, To press the weary minutes' flagging wings ; New sorrow rises as the day returns, A sister sickens, or a daughter...
Página 19 - When one, that holds communion with the skies, Has filled his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide,* That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.
Página 51 - Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.
Página 65 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...
Página 16 - For the memorial of virtue is immortal, because it is known with God and with men. When it is present men take example of it, and when it is gone they earnestly desire it. It weareth a crown, and triumpheth for ever; having gotten the victory striving for undefiled rewards.
Página 65 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Página 39 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Página 44 - His lyart haffets4 wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales' a portion wi' judicious care; And " Let us worship God ! * he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise, They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim: Perhaps 'Dundee's' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive 'Martyrs...
Página 67 - His youth was innocent ; his riper age, Marked with some act of goodness, every day ; And watched by eyes that loved him, calm, and sage, Faded his late declining years away. Cheerful he gave his being up, and went To share the holy rest that waits a life well spent.

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