The Irish Monthly, Volume 36

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McGlashan & Gill, 1908
 

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Page 132 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 541 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen ; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 132 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Page 188 - I fled Him, down the arches of the years ; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped ; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet— " All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.
Page 132 - ... bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose ; I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 673 - TO MY MOTHER BECAUSE I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of " Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you — You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you, In setting my Virginia's spirit free. My mother — my own mother...
Page 305 - THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Page 129 - Twas certain he could write, and cypher too ; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge. In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around : And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Page 118 - Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains ! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.
Page 349 - To make some nook of God's Creation a little fruitfuller, better, more worthy of God ; to make some human hearts a little wiser, manfuller, happier, — more blessed, less accursed ! It is work for a God.

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