Annals of Our Ancestors: One Hundred and Fifty Years of History in the Watkins Family

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Julia Watkins Frost, 1913 - 350 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 157 - A million torches, lighted by Thy hand, Wander unwearied through the blue abyss — They own Thy power, accomplish Thy command, All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.
Pàgina 157 - In its sublime research, philosophy May measure out the ocean deep — may count The sands or the sun's rays — but, God ! for thee There is no weight nor measure : — none can mount Up to thy mysteries ; reason's brightest spark, Though kindled by thy light, in vain would try To trace thy counsels, infinite and dark : And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high, Even like past moments in eternity.
Pàgina 158 - Yes ! as a drop of water in the sea, All this magnificence in thee is lost: — What are ten thousand worlds...
Pàgina 158 - Thou art ! directing, guiding all, Thou art ! Direct my' understanding then to Thee ; Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart: Though but an atom midst immensity, Still I am something, fashion'd by Thy hand!
Pàgina 157 - O, THOU ETERNAL ONE ! whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide ; Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight ; Thou only God ! There is no God beside ! Being above all beings ! Mighty One Whom none can comprehend and none explore...
Pàgina 158 - Thou art! — directing, guiding all — Thou art! Direct my understanding then to Thee ; Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart ; Though but an atom midst immensity, Still I am something fashioned by Thy hand! I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth — • On the last verge of mortal being stand, Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land ! The chain of being is complete in me — In me is matter's last gradation lost, And the next step...
Pàgina 339 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Pàgina 126 - The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, As the Lord Cometh down in the pomp of his ire ; Lo! self-moving it drives on the -apathway of cloud.And the heav'ns with the burden of Godhead are bow'd.
Pàgina 157 - THOU eternal One ! whose presence. bright * All space doth occupy, all motion guide, — Unchanged through Time's all-devastating flight, Thou only God ! there is no God beside ! Being above all beings ! Mighty One ! Whom none can comprehend and none explore, Who fill'st existence with thyself alone ; Embracing all, supporting, ruling o'er, — Being whom .we call GOD, and know no more ! — 2.
Pàgina 158 - What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.

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