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. 1922 Excerpt: ...he knows his father's face Ne'er seen before. O God, Thou giv'st the grace! O widowed heart! They live in Heaven's fair light, Your husband with his boy. The child was right. O GOD TO THEE I YIELD 0 God to Thee I yield The gift Thou givest most precious, most divine! Yet to what field 1 must resign His little feet That ...
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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. 1922 Excerpt: ...he knows his father's face Ne'er seen before. O God, Thou giv'st the grace! O widowed heart! They live in Heaven's fair light, Your husband with his boy. The child was right. O GOD TO THEE I YIELD 0 God to Thee I yield The gift Thou givest most precious, most divine! Yet to what field 1 must resign His little feet That wont to be so fleet, I muse. O, joy to think On what soft brink Of flood he plucks the daffodils, On what empurpled hills He stands, Thy kiss all fresh upon his brow, And wonders, if his father sees him now! TO G. TRUSTRUM George Trustrum, ere the day be done, I send a word to you. Pale primrose masked the rising sun, The setting bids adieu In roseate veil to all the fears And all the hopes of bygone years. And I look back to joys long fled--The boat, the "yarn," the height Of Bradda's crown; but you, instead, Look forward with delight. God bless you! may each sun that goes Give you the primrose and the rose! AN AUTUMN TRINKET Why does she burn These colours on my soul--where'er I turn, Splashes of flame and pyramids of fire That fill me with insatiate desire, Making me yearn For that which, with its own intensity Death-poisoned, hastens not to be? Even so, even so It is--the brightest and the dearest go; The thrift of our great Mother calling back Her forces, that the Spring may have no lack Of customed show. Not less to us the things that most we cherish Fade from our eyes, and perish, perish, perish! RECONCILIATION THERE is a place where He hath split the hills; No water fills The gap--A bow-shot wide Side stands to side, Indenture perfectly opposed, The outlet closed By seeming overlap--So severed are our hearts, so rent our wills; And yet the old correlatives remain--Ah! brother, may we not be joined again? SAD! SAD 1 O, SAd wh...
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This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside. This book has hardback covers. In good all round condition. No dust jacket. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item, 350grams, ISBN:
