My Teacher's New Year's Present: For the Year 1849

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Frederick Turell Gray
B.H. Greene, 1849 - 64 sider

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Side 48 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Side 17 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.
Side 49 - When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me, Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.
Side 16 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Side 56 - My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; And my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips; When I remember thee upon my bed, And meditate on thee in the night watches. Because thou hast been my help, Therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
Side 17 - ... remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The...
Side 17 - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet...
Side 61 - LIKE snow that falls where waters glide, Earth's pleasures fade away ; They melt in time's destroying tide, And cold are while they stay ; But joys that from religion flow, Like stars that gild the night, Amid the darkest gloom of woe, Shine forth with sweetest light.
Side 11 - ... the remotest curmudgeon among them all. From the arrangement of the seats in the nave, and the labels pasted or painted on them, I judged that the women sat on one side and the men on the other, and the seats for various orders of magistrates, and for ecclesiastical and collegiate people, were likewise marked out.
Side 32 - They lift their dewy buds and bells, In garden, mead, and field: — They lurk in every sunless path, Where forest children tread; — They dot, like stars, the sacred turf, Which lies above the dead. They sport with every playful wind, That stirs the blooming trees, And laugh on every fragrant bush, All full of toiling bees : — From the green marge of lake and stream, Fresh vale, and mountain sod, They look in gentle glory forth — The pure sweet flowers of God.

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