This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...In the Eden of the blest--When each passing zephyr whispered Only love and hope and rest. Oh! this precious gift of flowers Fill my soul ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...In the Eden of the blest--When each passing zephyr whispered Only love and hope and rest. Oh! this precious gift of flowers Fill my soul with sweet surprise, And in fancy, Heaven's fair bowers Bloom, before my wondering eyes; While with reverent gaze and holy As I look toward the sky, Clouds above me, drifting slowly, Seem like angels passing by. Oh! this precious gift of flowers Speaks of glorious victories won; Whispers of the restful hours When the battle's toil was done. Speak, oh flowers, with voice of sweetness, Words that oft the weary thrill--Fraught with God's supreme completeness, "Peace, oh troubled heart be still." THE RIVER'S ANSWER. White-winged and beautiful, swift flowing river, Chanting thy sweet songs forever and ever; Pause in thy music, and tell me I pray Whither on white wings so swiftly away. Ever thou bringest me dreams of my childhood, When from thy shore near, the deep-tangled wildwood. River and sky softly blended together In the calm twilight of sweet summer weather. Sometimes in day dreams I am flying like thee, On thy bright dancing course to the deep-sounding sea Sometimes my tired soul rises up in its flight And enters the mystical portals of light. Sometimes, ah, sometimes I seem free from life's clod, And thus in my transport hold commune with God. Thus blest, through the realms of blue ether I fly, Too happy to live, but unwilling to die. Oh, beautiful river, tell me, I implore, Hast thou ever yet found a flower-bedecked shore, Where hope was immortal and joy was supreme, Where no shade of sadness could darken thy dream? The river reflecting the blue of the sky, In a voice of strange melody makes this reply. "There is but one land where the worn and opprest, The weak and the weary have ever found rest; This l...Read Less
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