This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 Excerpt: ...in me, As rise, holy man! when I think upon thee. There are scribes, well instructed, that rightly divide The word, and choice leaders to teach and to guide; O There are those in the service, like cedars, how tall And strong for the Lord, like the veteran Paul! With lips whence the music persuasively flows Of a mind ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 Excerpt: ...in me, As rise, holy man! when I think upon thee. There are scribes, well instructed, that rightly divide The word, and choice leaders to teach and to guide; O There are those in the service, like cedars, how tall And strong for the Lord, like the veteran Paul! With lips whence the music persuasively flows Of a mind that with fervor and eloquence glows, --And yet who would buy their renown with one tear That comes from the heart of the lowliest here? I cannot forget, when but few or none cared For a soul in the web of sin's artifice snared, How kindly thou laboredst to free me--and now, Though a robe 's on thy form and a light on thy brow, And glory, where yesterday lingered decay, 136 LATE AND EARLY POEMS. And wings plumed around thee that bear thee away From sickness and sorrow--I cannot but sigh That one needed to live should so speedily die. I knew thee to love thee; but long ere I knew Thy faithfulness, goodness, and fellowship true, Thou didst follow my step while a stranger to both Thy God and thyself, and to holiness loath, --Didst watch me and warn me, and show me the way Whence youth, just as heedless, unguardedly stray--Nor wearied, till peace, driven far by the rod, I sought as one earnest, and found it in God. LATK AND EAltLY POEMS. 137 There are hearts--perhaps hundreds--where thou wast enshrined, That will bleed at this blow--to the Giver resigned, --There are thousands whom thou to the Shepherd hast led, And comforted, chidden, wept over, and fed; And some, thy first fruits, have their toils ended first, And some, in bereavement, kneel here by thy dust, And a flock thou hast blest, and by whom thou wert blest, A widow!--the fatherless!--tears tell the rest. We muse on this trial, stern, grievous, and strange, And ask--while despondingly viewing...
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