Irish Girl; And Other Poems

Irish Girl; And Other Poems

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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. 1844 edition. Excerpt: ...evening, in this indelible scene, what memories steal upon the thoughts! What immortal hopes! But for the event in this simple and rock-hewn grotto, how dark would have been our way, how despairing its close!" 122 CHAPEL AT BETHLEHEM. Suit better with that spot than lamps of gold, Or marble floor with costly incense strewn. Breathe not a thought--not even the voice of prayer, Deep though it be, and fervent as sincere, Should break the solemn stillness of the air, Or wake the faintest echo slumbering here. Prayer may be silent. Cease not then to pray, But gaze, and meditate, with awe profound. Behold the spot where thy Redeemer lay! Where wise men bowed their heads, and knelt around. There bent the lowly matron o'er her child, Human alike in suffering and in love. Her simple faith all anxious fear beguiled, Bearing her spirit every care above. No page hath record that a natural pride Rose with prophetic triumph to her brow; Softly she pressed her infant to her side, A mother's feeling all she seemed to know, Save that she trusted. That was human too, For still we trust, though rarely trust in Heaven. A faith more firm, and steadfast, Mary knew, An angel's voice that confidence had given. And shall we doubt, when He who slumbered there, In the low manger, like a peasant's child, Bursting the bonds of earth, ascended where The Father's glory on the Son had smiled? Cease, then, that suppliant posture; kneel no more; 'Tis common ground whereon thou standest now. Heaven has unbarr'd its everlasting door, Around the King of Glory angels bow. 'Tis done. The sacrifice is all complete; The message of his Father's love is given. Bow then--but only at thy Saviour's feet; And worship--only with thy face toward Heaven. FRIEND OF MY YOUTH. Friend of more

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  • Paperback | 38 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 86g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236583701
  • 9781236583703