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... pearly gates of day . So , hand in hand , we trod the wild , My angel love and I , His lifted wing all quivering With tokens from the sky . Strange my dull thought could not divine ' Twas lifted but to fly ! Again down life's dim ...
... pearly gates of day . So , hand in hand , we trod the wild , My angel love and I , His lifted wing all quivering With tokens from the sky . Strange my dull thought could not divine ' Twas lifted but to fly ! Again down life's dim ...
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... ; I know with what thrilling accents she would have said , as she unwound herself from the tender arms that enfolded her , " Let me go . " " Father ! the pearly gates unfold , The sapphire DEATH OF A HOUSEHOLD TREASURE . 123.
... ; I know with what thrilling accents she would have said , as she unwound herself from the tender arms that enfolded her , " Let me go . " " Father ! the pearly gates unfold , The sapphire DEATH OF A HOUSEHOLD TREASURE . 123.
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Frances E. Percival. " Father ! the pearly gates unfold , The sapphire walls , the streets of gold , Are bursting on my sight ; The angel bands come singing down , And one has got my starry crown , And one my robe of white . " Poising ...
Frances E. Percival. " Father ! the pearly gates unfold , The sapphire walls , the streets of gold , Are bursting on my sight ; The angel bands come singing down , And one has got my starry crown , And one my robe of white . " Poising ...
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Page 33 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide, And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 32 - And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 34 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the schoolboy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 34 - And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
Page 107 - SOME murmur, when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue. And some with thankful love are filled, If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night.
Page 31 - YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 33 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 33 - I can see the breezy dome of groves, The shadows of Deering's Woods ; And the friendships old and the early loves Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves In quiet neighborhoods. And the verse of that sweet old song, It flutters and murmurs still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 113 - They will impress upon their children the truth, that the exercise of the elective franchise is a social duty, of as solemn a nature as man can be called to perform ; that a man may not innocently trifle with his vote ; that every free elector is a trustee, as well for others as himself; and that every man and every measure he supports has an important bearing on the interests of others, as well as on his own.
Page 11 - And touched the book with tenderest light, As if its shrine were there ; But oh ! that patriarch's aspect shone With something lovelier far — A radiance all the Spirit's own, Caught not from sun or star. Some word of life e'en then had met His calm, benignant eye ; Some ancient promise breathing yet Of immortality ; Some heart's deep language, where the glow Of quenchless faith survives : For every feature said — " I know That my Redeemer lives.