Poetical Works of James Montgomery: With a Memoir of the Author

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Phillips, Sampson, 1853

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Page 93 - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth: The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the...
Page 351 - Were this frail world our only rest. Living or dying, none were blest. 2 Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
Page 93 - d by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of Heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
Page 447 - Here, in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Page 391 - THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest : — In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. 2 When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus...
Page 374 - A bruised reed He will not break, — Afflictions all his children feel: He wounds them for his mercy's sake, • He wounds to heal.
Page 351 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Page 308 - A MOTHER'S Love, — how sweet the name ! What is a Mother's love ? — A noble, pure, and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould ; The warmest love that can grow cold ; This is a Mother's Love.
Page 311 - His blessings fall in plenteous showers Upon the lap of earth, That teems with foliage, fruits and flowers, And rings with infant mirth. 6 If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will Paradise be found ! 123.
Page 122 - Heralds of creation ! cry ; Praise the Lord, the Lord most high ; Heaven and earth ! obey the call ; Praise the Lord, the Lord of all.

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