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. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...interweave Amid the w: irp of things that grieve. When mourning o'er Temptation's power, We pass the lonely midnight hour, Then 'tis that o'er the troubl'd breast A wave of yearning unexpress'd Sweeps o'er the ocean of our pain. We would that we were young again. When sinful thoughts and deeds of shame ...
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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. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...interweave Amid the w: irp of things that grieve. When mourning o'er Temptation's power, We pass the lonely midnight hour, Then 'tis that o'er the troubl'd breast A wave of yearning unexpress'd Sweeps o'er the ocean of our pain. We would that we were young again. When sinful thoughts and deeds of shame Imperious the attention claim, And Memory's relentless hand, Imprints, as with an iron brand A sense of Sin's tyrannic power, And self-condemu'd we sink and cower. A TBIBDTE. 9 Then, then, we bitterly contrast The present with the blissful past, And sigh and yearn, but all in vain, For Childhood's innocence again. O ye who from fair Virtue's way May tempted be to err and stray, When Sin's allurements seeming fair Present the subtle specious snare, And Passion's fierce devouring fire Prompts the lascivious desire; Raise, raise the earnest prayer on high, That He Who rear'd the vaulted sky, Whose all-controlling power doth sweep Resistless o'er the mighty deep; Form'd the round world and all therein, Will 'twixt the surging waves of sin And your frail natures interpose, And scatter wide your deadly foes. If thus from guile ye guarded be, And every thought of evil flee, Ye ne'er shall dread the nightly hour, Nor Mem'ry's reproducing power; Then shall your path through Life's rough way Be lighted by Hope's guiding ray; Each day some sweet new link supply Connecting you with days gone by, Until Life's fleeting race is run, And Immortality's begun In yonder blessed realm of light, The home of bliss, where there's no niht. A TRIBUTE. (Lines written on picking up a small volume of poetry, written by a poor working man, whose name the Author cannot remember. ) MODEST little volume, Clad in lowly guise, Plain and unattractive Unto vulgar eyes; Homely...
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