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ALBERT arms battle beauty beneath birth bliss blood blow brave breast breath bright charms child clouds cold country's dark daughter dead dear death deep delightful despair dwell earth eternal expiring fair fathers feel fell felt field fire fled flood flowers foes FRIEND give glory grave grief hand head heart heaven hoary hope horror hour Lake land light lives Lyre mind morn Mother mountains native NATURE never night o'er OCEAN once pale peace plain poor rest rise rocks rose round scene shade shed Shep silent slain slaves sleep smile soft sorrows soul spirit spread star stood storm sweet SWITZERLAND tears tell thee thine thou Till tomb truth UNDERWALDEN vale Valley Vengeance voice Wand Wanderer WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND waves weep Wife wild wind WINTER wounds yield youth
Página 80 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground, " The soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay,. In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! " The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die!
Página 175 - The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins since the world began, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this, — THERE LIVED A MAN ! 63 THE HARP OF SORROW.
Página 173 - LOT. ONCE in the flight of ages past, There lived a man : — and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Página 152 - Lights pale October on his way, And twines December's arms. The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale^ O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume. The violet in the vale. But this bold floweret climbs the hill. Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Página 73 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Página 74 - Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; — O my mother Earth ! Take home thy Child.
Página 126 - Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.
Página 77 - Though long of winds and waves the sport, Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam, LIVE ! — thou shalt reach a sheltering port, A quiet home. " To FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy friend a deadly foe, Who stole into thy breast to aim A surer blow ?
Página 123 - Prisoner, long detained below, Prisoner, now with freedom blest, Welcome from a world of woe ; Welcome to a land of rest " : Thus the choir of angels sing, As...
Página 174 - The changing spirits' rise and fall, We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all. He suffered, — but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed, — but his delights are fled ; Had friends, — his friends are now no more ; And foes, — his foes are dead. He...