Poems, Ballads, and Songs

Poems, Ballads, and Songs

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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. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ...Death's dun cloud hangs round my brow; While thus to Heaven's high will I bend, Call me, in love, your Christian friend. Earthly titles have no power To soothe us in the dying hour; Ere we cross Death's gloomy river, All our fondest ties must sever. Man is born to live--to die; A little while to smile--to sigh; A little while to bloom--to blight; Then bid the world a long good night. Nearer now, and nearer still, Every throb, and every thrill, Brings me nearer to the goal; Yet I faint not--angels call. Call not life a bright career; If the Maker's love and fear In thy bosom find no place, Life's a dreary wilderness. Should thy wide domains extend To the world's remotest end, --Even from Indus to the Pole, --Could they fill thy hungry soul? In halls, bespangled like the skies, I've fixed a thousand wondering eyes--A thousand ears to list would bow--Those eyes, those ears, where are they now? What is glory, wealth, or fame, If we bar the Christian name? Praise or plaudits from the crowd Cannot save us from the shroud. Like dew-drops on the grassy wold, Glistening now like molten gold; Vanishing--alas, how soon--'Neath the garish glow of noon. As the tide-waves wane or grow, Fame and Fortune ebb or flow, Blotting from Time's sable pages Deeds of heroes, saints, and sages. The words of the title of the above piece were addressed by the late Earl of Dalhousie to his attendants and those who had access to him on his death-bed. How still this solitary dell, Where stood the lone and lowly cot; The ruin'd walls, the mossy well, Are all that's left to mark the spot. Yet round these walls the ivy clings, Like some fond friend who loathes to part From one ho loves, though Fortune's stings May bend or bruise his broken heart. The dwellers in this lone abode...show more

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  • Paperback | 46 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 100g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236530381
  • 9781236530387