The Daily Remembrancer on Peace and War

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Peace Association of Friends of America, 1875 - 215 страници
 

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Страница 209 - Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
Страница 209 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low ; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow ; Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.
Страница 70 - ... so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows flame ! To force me home my mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy ; For with my father's life 'twas bought, And made me a poor orphan boy. " The people's shouts were long and loud, My mother, shuddering,...
Страница 141 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Страница 196 - O brother man ! fold to thy heart thy brother ; Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there ; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
Страница 70 - STAY, Lady, stay, for mercy's sake, And hear a helpless Orphan's tale : Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ; 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died — And I am now an orphan boy. Poor foolish child ! how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And see the lighted windows...
Страница iv - But he turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them.
Страница 60 - Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly grace ; and, God proclaiming peace, Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife, Among themselves, and levy cruel wars, Wasting the earth, each other to destroy : As if (which might induce us to accord) Man had not hellish foes enow besides, That day and night for his destruction wait.
Страница 70 - ... twas bought, And made me a poor orphan boy. The people's shouts were long and loud ; My mother, shuddering, closed her ears. "Rejoice! rejoice!" still cried the crowd; My mother answered with her tears. "Why are you crying thus," said I, "While others laugh and shout with joy?
Страница 25 - Rapt into future times, the bard begun; ' A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies ; The ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the mystic dove.

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