Annie Donaldson; or, Evenings in a happy home

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Pagina 139 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on Time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife— More plentiful than hope.
Pagina 140 - FATHEH ! by thy love and power, Comes again the evening hour ; Light has vanished, labours cease, Weary creatures rest in peace. Thou, whose genial dews distil On the lowliest weed that grows, Father ! guard our couch from ill, Lull thy creatures to repose.
Pagina 103 - And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Pagina 179 - And some sank lingering day by day; The quiet grave-yard — some lie there, — And cruel ocean has his share. We're not all here! We are all here. Even they — the dead — though dead, so dear, Fond memory, to her duty true, Brings back their faded forms to view.
Pagina 138 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood ; The couch of time, care's balm and bay : The week were dark, but for thy light ; Thy torch doth show the way.
Pagina 141 - Breathing humble confidence; Melt our spirits, mould our will, — Soften, strengthen, comfort still. Blessed Trinity ! be near, Through the hours of darkness drear; When the help of man is far, Ye more clearly present are ; — Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Watch o'er our defenceless head ; Let your angels...
Pagina 138 - The burden of the week lies there, Making the whole to stoop and bow. Till thy release appear. Man had straight forward gone To endless death. But thou dost pull And turn us round, to look on one. Whom, if we were not very dull, We could not choose but look on still ; Since there is no place so alone, The which he doth not fill. Sundays the pillars are On which...
Pagina 140 - Thou art a day of mirth ; And where the week-days trail on ground, Thy flight is higher, as thy birth : O let me take thee at the bound, Leaping with thee from seven to seven, Till that we both, being tossed from earth, Fly hand in hand to heaven ! AVARICE.
Pagina 179 - WE are all here ! Father, Mother, Sister, Brother, All who hold each other dear. Each chair is filled — we're all at home ; To-night let no cold stranger come ; It is not often thus around Our old familiar hearth we're found. Bless, then, the meeting and the spot; For once be every care forgot; Let gentle Peace assert her power, And kind Affection rule the hour; We're all — all here.
Pagina 149 - ... horrible, when an involuntary motion on my part turned me out of my course. The wolves, close behind, unable to stop, and as unable to turn on the smooth ice, slipped and fell, still going on far ahead.

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