The Shadow of the Rock: And Other Religious Poems

A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1872 - 288 pagina's

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Pagina 200 - With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; Thy saints build up its fabric, And the Corner-stone is CHRIST.
Pagina 75 - I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see ; Better in darkness just to feel thy hand, And follow thee.
Pagina 136 - Beat not so loud, my heart, lest thou betray The place where thy beloved are at rest!" And he who wore the crown of asphodels, Descending, at my door began to knock, And my soul sank within me, as in wells The waters sink before an earthquake's shock.
Pagina 203 - All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.
Pagina 75 - I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load ; I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet ; I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet. For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead, Lead me aright — Though strength should falter, and though heart should bleed — Through Peace to Light.
Pagina 137 - Death. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin ; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in.
Pagina 198 - But He whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known ; And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own.
Pagina 52 - Amid our worldly cares Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our prayers. Sweet hearts around us throb and beat, Sweet helping hands are stirred, And palpitates the veil between With breathings almost heard. The silence — awful, sweet, and calm — They have no power to break ; For mortal words are not for them To utter or partake. So thin, so soft, so sweet they glide, So near to press they seem, — They seem to lull us to our rest, And melt into our dream.
Pagina 194 - Sweet cure of all distrest ; Strive, man, to win that glory; Toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight.
Pagina 155 - The brightness of that day We sullied by our foul offence : Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at his expense, Whose drops of blood paid the full price, That was required to make us gay, And fit for Paradise.

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