Our Little Ones in HeavenWalter Aimwell Gould and Lincoln, 1858 - 248 pages |
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... beneath ; Two in heaven's unfading bowers Wear the glory like a wreath . Two on earth , whose merry call Stirs my heart to gladness now ; Two in heaven , whose kisses fall Through the silence on my brow . Two on earth , O , day by day ...
... beneath ; Two in heaven's unfading bowers Wear the glory like a wreath . Two on earth , whose merry call Stirs my heart to gladness now ; Two in heaven , whose kisses fall Through the silence on my brow . Two on earth , O , day by day ...
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... Beneath the churchyard tree . " " You run about , my little maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid , Then ye are only five . " . " Their graves are green , they may be seen LITTLE ONES IN HEAVEN . 43.
... Beneath the churchyard tree . " " You run about , my little maid , Your limbs they are alive ; If two are in the churchyard laid , Then ye are only five . " . " Their graves are green , they may be seen LITTLE ONES IN HEAVEN . 43.
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... Beneath God's glorious eye , we trust , " T will bloom again on high . THE GATHERED BUD . HAVE we not knelt beside his bed , And watched our first - born blossom die ? Hoped , till the shade of hope had fled , Then wept till feeling's ...
... Beneath God's glorious eye , we trust , " T will bloom again on high . THE GATHERED BUD . HAVE we not knelt beside his bed , And watched our first - born blossom die ? Hoped , till the shade of hope had fled , Then wept till feeling's ...
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... beneath the rose . She was the lily , type of purity , Swept by death's tide to glory's waveless sea , And then replanted by an angel hand , Bloomed in the gardens of the upper land . JOHN J. MORRIS . THE INFANT HOST IN HEAVEN In view ...
... beneath the rose . She was the lily , type of purity , Swept by death's tide to glory's waveless sea , And then replanted by an angel hand , Bloomed in the gardens of the upper land . JOHN J. MORRIS . THE INFANT HOST IN HEAVEN In view ...
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... Beneath the coffin's lid I see ! Thou to a fairer land art gone ; There , let me hope , my journey done , To see thee still ! CHARLES SPRAGUE . ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT . A GUARDIAN ANGEL bore it to the shore Where souls embark upon ...
... Beneath the coffin's lid I see ! Thou to a fairer land art gone ; There , let me hope , my journey done , To see thee still ! CHARLES SPRAGUE . ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT . A GUARDIAN ANGEL bore it to the shore Where souls embark upon ...
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angel babe Babie Bell beautiful beneath blessed blest bliss bloom blossom boy that died breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy Catharine cherub cherubim child Christ comfort cradle dark darling dead dear death didst earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fair faith Father feel flowers fond GERALD MASSEY glory God's gone grace grief hair hand happy hast hath heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy hope hushed infants innocent kingdom of heaven kiss lamb light lips little feet live look Lord lost miss morning mother mourn never night nursling o'er pain parents Philip Melanchthon prayer Psalm rest round salvation Satan seraphs shining silent sing skies sleep smile sorrow soul spirit sweet sweet child T. B. ALDRICH tears tender thee thine things thou art thought tomb unto voice weary wee White Rose weep words
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Page 42 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they? I pray you tell.
Page 29 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 85 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto 'that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule.
Page 85 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
Page 26 - Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth, and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.
Page 34 - But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Page 28 - But not as the offence, so also is the free gift. For if through the offence of one many be dead, much more the grace of God, and the gift by grace, which is by one man, Jesus Christ, hath abounded unto many.
Page 20 - What is man that thou art mindful of him ? or the son of man, that thou visitest him ? Thou madest him a little lower than the angels ; thou crownedst him with glory and honour, and didst set him over the works of thy hands ; thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet.
Page 124 - Is but his wardrobe locked; — he is not there! He lives! — In all the past He lives ; nor, to the last, Of seeing him again will I despair; In dreams I see him now ; And, on his angel brow, I see it written, "Thou shalt see me there!
Page 241 - I HAD a little daughter, And she was given to me To lead me gently backward To ,the Heavenly Father's knee, That I, by the force of nature, Might in some dim wise divine The depth of his infinite patience To this wayward soul of mine. I know not how others saw her, But to me she was wholly fair, And the light of the heaven she came from Still lingered and gleamed in her hair ; For it was as wavy and golden, And as many changes took, As the shadows of sun-gilt ripples On the yellow bed of a brook.