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. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...and hoar: Weeping o'er, I hear the father of the ancient men, "Selfish father of men! Cruel, jealous, selfish fear I Can delight, Chained in night, ' The virgins of youth and morning bear 1 " Does spring hide its joy, When buds and blossoms grow 1 Does the sower Sow by night, Or the ploughman in darkness ...
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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. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...and hoar: Weeping o'er, I hear the father of the ancient men, "Selfish father of men! Cruel, jealous, selfish fear I Can delight, Chained in night, ' The virgins of youth and morning bear 1 " Does spring hide its joy, When buds and blossoms grow 1 Does the sower Sow by night, Or the ploughman in darkness plough? " Break this heavy chain, That does freeze my bones around! Selfish, vain, Eternal bane, That free love with bondage bound." THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE. " T OVE seeketh not itself to please, '-1 Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair." So sang a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet. But a pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: "Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a hell in heaven's despite."-HOLY THURSDAY. V TS this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land--Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their sun does never shine, And their fields are bleak and bare, And their ways are filled with thorns: It is eternal winter there. For where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babes should never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appal. THE LITTLE GIRL LOST. T N futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her Maker meek; And the desert wild Become a garden mild. In the southern clime, Where the Summer's prime Never fades away, Lovely Lyca lay. Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told. She had wandered long, Hearing wild birds' song. " Sweet sleep, come to me Underneath this tree; Do...
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