 | 1828 - 814 pagina’s
...the gale that fans our brows. But rest, more sweet and still Than ever night-fall gave, Our longing hearts shall fill, In the world beyond the grave....There shall be no more snow, No weary wandering feet. And we lift our trusting eyes, From the hills our fathers trod, To the quiet of the skies, To the sabbath... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pagina’s
...Germany," THE IVV OF KENILWOKTU. 205 But rest, more sweet and still Than ever night-fall gave, Our longing hearts shall fill, In the world beyond the grave. There shall no tempest blow No scorching noon-tide beat ; There shall be no more snow, No weary wandering feet. And we lift our trusting eyes, From the... | |
 | George Kingsley - 1832 - 140 pagina’s
...sound That dwells in whispering boughs, Welcome the freshness round, And the gale that fans our brows : But rest more sweet and still Than ever nightfall gave Our yearning hearts, shall fill ID the world beyond the grave. Come ! come ! come ! &c. 4 There shall no tempests blow, No scorching... | |
 | 1835 - 218 pagina’s
...night-fall gave, Our longing souls shall fill, In the world beyond the grave. There shall no tempests blow, No scorching noontide heat, There shall be no more snow, No weary wandering feet. So we'll lift our trusting eyes, From the hills our fathers trod, To the quiet of the skies ; To the Sabbath... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 pagina’s
...the gale that fans our brows. But rest more sweet and still Than ever night-fall gave, Our longing hearts shall fill In the world beyond the grave. There...There shall be no more snow. No weary wandering feet And we lift our trusting eyes, From the hills our fathers trod, To the quiet of the skies, To the Sabbath... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 618 pagina’s
...sound That dwells in whispering boughs; Welcome the freshness round ! And the gale that fans our brows. But rest more sweet and still Than ever nightfall...No scorching noontide heat ; There shall be no more snow,1 No weary wandering feet. So we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our fathers trode, To the... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1840 - 360 pagina’s
...sound That dwells in whispering boughs; Welcome the freshness round ! And the gale that fans our brows. But rest more sweet and still Than ever nightfall...No scorching noontide heat; There shall be no more snow,1 No weary wandering feet. So we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our fathers trode, .To... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1842 - 352 pagina’s
...sound That dwells in whispering boughs; Welcome the freshness round ! And the gale that fans our brows. But rest more sweet and still Than ever nightfall...No scorching noontide heat; There shall be no more snow,1 No weary wandering feet. So we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our fathers trode, To the... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1842 - 350 pagina’s
...sound That dwells in whispering boughs; Welcome the freshness round ! And the gale that fans our brows. But rest more sweet and still Than ever nightfall...No scorching noontide heat; There shall be no more snow,1 No weary wandering feet. So we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our fathers trode, To the... | |
 | National Sunday school union - 1853 - 344 pagina’s
...stanzas she never could sing; her emotions rose and choked her just at the thought of them : — " But rest more sweet and still Than ever nightfall...There" shall be no more snow, No weary, wandering feet" She loved to think of this rest. She hoped that in the same hour that it came to one of her parents,... | |
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Yes, tuneful is the sound That dwells in whispering boughs ; Welcome the freshness round ! And the gale that fans our brows. But rest more sweet and still Than ever nightfall gave, Our yearning hearts shall fill In the world beyond the grave. There shall... 
