My Comforter, and Other Religious Poems, Publ. in America Under the Title of 'The Chamber of Peace', Selected and Ed. by the Compiler of 'The Changed Cross'

My Comforter, and Other Religious Poems, Publ. in America Under the Title of 'The Chamber of Peace', Selected and Ed. by the Compiler of 'The Changed Cross'

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...shall mark the vacant spot? Oh! drop into the cloud That waits to take thee out of sight, Beyond the glare of yonder bright And chilly crowd. cm Bono. 135 "I may not, if I would, return Into the dark, or cease to burn My spark of life divine: For He that in my lamp distills The sacred oil, He surely wills That I should shine. "I fret not at the blaze of spheres, The distant splendour that endears The night to men; but strive, Finding strange bliss in perfect calm, To keep with these few drops of balm My flame alive. "It may be that some vagrant world Or aimless atom, toss'd and whirl'd Through windy tracks of space, Perceives by me the hand that tends It ever, and the goal that ends Its tedious race. "I know not: me this only care Concerns, that I forever bear My silver lamp on high, Nor lift to God a laggard flame, Because on earth I cannot claim A partial eye." TILING down the faded blossoms of the spring, J-Nor clasp the roses with regretful hand The joy of summer is a vanished thing; Let it depart, and learn to understand The gladness of great calm--the autumn rest, The Peace--of human joys the latest and the best. Ah! I remember how in early days The primrose and the wild-flower grew beside My tangled forest paths, whose devious ways Filled me with joys of mysteries untried, And terror that was more than half delight, And sense of budding life, and longings infinite. And I remember how, in Life's hot noon, Around my path the lavish roses shed Colour and fragrance, and the air of June Breathed rapture--now those summer days are fled; Days of sweet peril, when the serpent lay Lurking at every turn of life's enchanted way. The light of spring, the summer's glow, are o'er, And I rejoice in knowing that for me OLD...show more

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  • Paperback | 52 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236869095
  • 9781236869098