Turn from the grave, turn from the grave, There's fearful mystery there; Descend not to the shadowy tomb, If thou wouldst shun despair. It tells a tale of severed ties To break the bleeding heart,...
Ye have met, ye have met, disencumbered of pain, Of sorrow, and sickness, and care; And the slave and the prisoner, now freed from their chain, Have rejoicingly welcomed you there. ...
Hail, pensile gem, that thus can softly gild The starry coronal of quiet eve! What frost-work fabrics man shall vainly build Ere thou art doomed thy heavenly post to leave! ...
So soft Time's plumage in life's budding spring, We rarely note the flutter of his wing. The untutored heart, from pain and sadness free, Beats high with hope and joy and ecstasy;...
They have met, they have met! now their pinions unfurl In that city whose pavement is gold, Whose every gate is of one liquid pearl, And her beauty and glory untold; ...
The Lord's portion is his people, Jacob is the lot of his inheritance. He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness. He led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. As an eagle st...