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.
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.
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.
There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.
Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.
There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.
The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.
Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
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.
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