The poetical remains of William Sidney Walker ... Edited with a memoir of the author by the Rev. J. Moultrie |
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It is not in thy sight
That the foes of peace have power;
They shrink before thy gentle might,
And shun the charmed hour.
That the foes of peace have power;
They shrink before thy gentle might,
And shun the charmed hour.
For while I breathe the balm
Of thy sweet and saintly voice,
And bathe me in thy forehead's balm,
How can I but rejoice?
Of thy sweet and saintly voice,
And bathe me in thy forehead's balm,
How can I but rejoice?
But when the light is o'er,
And the vision past away,
And my waking eyes look out once more
On the cold and sunless day;
And the vision past away,
And my waking eyes look out once more
On the cold and sunless day;
I feel like one who goes
From a home of light and love,
When the earth is pale and chill with snows,
And the heaven is dark above.
From a home of light and love,
When the earth is pale and chill with snows,
And the heaven is dark above.
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