Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
We fought the Revolutionary War for no taxation without representation, it seems to me that we are much worse off today, because we are heavily taxed, and only the king's corporations control this Country, together with mob rule, of the special interests.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.
When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.
Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.
When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).
Hymns should have unity,graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts,a conscious progress,a sense of completeness..and be easily understood.
When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.
Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans;
High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
Time is eternity begun.
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