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190a Reprinted Art thou beside birds bless Blooming late bread ceaseless confusion creeping cries dark dawn dear Master divine dreams runs echo eyes fear fill the world flood flows flying gate of sound gift hand Happy kingdom HARVARD COLLEGE hear heard heart heaven hermit hidden holy human human voice knew light listening little boatie little king living things lonely look midnight mighty morn moving lips murmur mystic neath never night o'er once pain papyrus pass pilgrim rest REVEILLE River Nile river of dreams rocks rose round round the Mountain SAYING OF JESUS second gate seemed Serapion sight silent world sing softly song soul spoke strife sweet temple Thee Thou hast thou shalt find throng tide TOILING OF FELIX tones touch trees tumult unclosed underneath unseen Vainly Vera's vision voice of perfect waited wandering waters waves weary wind words
Էջ 63 - There's wild azalea on the hill, and roses down the dell, And just one spray of lilac still a-bloom beside the well; The columbine adorns the rocks, the laurel buds grow pink, Along the stream white arums gleam, and violets bend to drink. This is the song of the Yellowthroat, Fluttering gaily beside you; Hear how each voluble note Offers to guide you : Which way, sir? I say, sir, Let me teach you, I beseech you! Are you wishing Jolly fishing? This way, sir/ I'll teach you.
Էջ 14 - Every mason in the quarry, every builder on the shore, Every chopper in the palm-grove, every raftsman at the oar — Hewing wood and drawing water, splitting stones and cleaving sod — All the dusty ranks of labor, in the regiment of God, March together toward His triumph, do the task His hands prepare : Honest toil is holy service ; faithful work is praise and prayer.
Էջ 69 - S little I can tell About the birds in books ; And yet I know them well, By their music and their looks: When May comes down the lane, Her airy lovers throng To welcome her with song, And follow in her train...
Էջ 1 - Rolls its summer flood of green, Rolls its autumn flood of red, — There the word the Master said Written on a frail papyrus, scorched by fire, wrinkled, torn, Hidden in God's hand, was waiting for its resurrection morn. Hear the Master's risen word! Delving spades have set it free, — Wake ! the world has need of thee, — Rise, and let thy voice be heard, Like a fountain disinterred.
Էջ 22 - This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk ! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with. the men who work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil: Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.
Էջ 64 - I'll teach you. Then come, my friend, forget your foes, and leave your fears behind, And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind; For be your fortune great or small, you'll take what God may give, And all the day your heart shall say,
Էջ 49 - Love! For love is life, and they who do not love Are not alive. But every soul that loves, Lives in the heart of God and hears Him speak.
Էջ 61 - ANGLER'S REVEILLE What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night, And all the drowsy little stars have fallen asleep in light; 'Tis then a wandering wind awakes, and runs from tree to tree, And borrows words from all the birds to sound the reveille. This is the carol the Robin throws Over the edge of the valley; Listen how boldly it flows, Sally on sally : Tirra-lirra, Down the river, Laughing water All a-quiver. Day is near, Clear, clear. Fish are breaking, Time for waking. Tup, tup,...