Harp of Judah; Or, Gems of Sacred Poetry. Original and Selected

Harp of Judah; Or, Gems of Sacred Poetry. Original and Selected

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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. 1870 edition. Excerpt: ... no sunny isle, In seas so bright and fair, Where the storms come not, and the green-shores smile Undashed by waves of care? No summit so near the skies, Where weary feet may flee, Where sorrow's dark deluge can ne'er rise? Oh, no! it cannot be! Yet an Ark is on the tide, For anxious bosoms given; And the flood that whelms each refuge beside But lifts it nearer heaven. It waits, of an Eden rare The eternal hills to see; But may it be wrecked ere it enter there? Ah, no, it cannot be! The hues of the faithful bow Shall fade unmourned away; For the tints in that pure sky shall glow More bright and warm than they. From that shore no tear shall fall Into the crystal sea, Not even the holiest tear of alj--Ah, no! it cannot be! Waring. THE WILD WALL-FLOWER. What various turns of chance and fate This mouldering pile has known; What rude magnificence and state Within its halls were shewn, When " crowds of knights" and ladies gay, "In weeds of peace" kept holiday. These walls where now, with softening grace, The ivy-wreath is flung, With trophies once of war and chase Were thick and proudly hung; But helmet, spear, and horn, are gone T' augment the dust we tread upon. Full oft this cell in weary thrall Hath lonely captive held, And these proud towers the whizzing ball Like granite rock repelled; Rut ah! they fall and crumble now Geneath a stronger, mightier foe. Time, time his withering hand hath laid On battlement and tower, And where rich banners were displayed, Now only waves a flower; List, and 'twill fitting comment read On revel gay and martial deed, Mute is the warden's challenge, mute The warrior's hasty tread, And tuneless is the lady's lute, For she is with the dead; And but a flower now mourns the doom Of prostrate strength...
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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236538242
  • 9781236538246