 | Robert Bailey Thomas - 1860 - 628 pàgines
...somehow, somewhere meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars ahine through his cypress trees ; Who hath not learned in hours of faith, The truth...and sense unknown, That life is ever Lord of death, THE DROWNED AT SEA. Never bronze or «lab of stone May their sepulchre denote; O'er their burial-place... | |
 | 1871 - 360 pàgines
...balances! Rev. A. WElroy W?li*. ALAS for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ; Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth, to flesh and sense unknown, That life is ever... | |
 | 1866 - 470 pàgines
...sympathize with him, he says: " Alas for him who петег sees The stars shine through his cypress trees, Who hopeless lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play !" When he describes the level marshes, " Where merry mowers, hale and strong, Swept scythe on scythe,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 56 pàgines
...somewhere, meet we must. 20 Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, m hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord... | |
 | 1866 - 450 pàgines
...Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who hopeless lays his head away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned in hour of faith The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever Lord... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 372 pàgines
...somehow, somewhere, meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 386 pàgines
...somehow, somewhere, meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord... | |
 | 1867 - 978 pàgines
...the loved ones in eternity. " Alas for him who never sees The stars ehlne through his cypress treel ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles p*ay ! Who hath not learned in hours of Faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown. That Life is ever... | |
 | 1868 - 594 pàgines
...somehow, somewhere meet we must. Alas ! for him who never sees The stars shine through his cyprc=s trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned in hours of faith The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord... | |
 | 1868 - 1048 pàgines
...which tells us that the most natural wants of our souls shall be met — shall be answered ? " V\ no hath 'not learned in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and iwnse nnknown : That life is eTer Lord of death, And LOTO will never lose its own ! " May we ever hear... | |
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Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own! We... 
