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Thoughts in Verse

A Volume of Poems
Rowe, George Clinton (1853-1903)

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INTRODUCTORY.
  
GOD SPEED.
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PART I.
  
DEDICATION.
  
MOTHER.
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PART II.—SUNBEAMS.
  
SUNBEAMS.
  
THE SAILBOAT.
  
A CHRISTMAS STORY.
  
TO D---.
  
A RECORD ABOVE.
  
HOLD FAST, HOLD ON, HOLD OUT.
  
THE LIFE-BOAT.
  
AGNES.
  
GOOD WISHES.
  
IRENE.
  
SABBATH MORNING.
  
FIRELIGHT FANCIES.
  
RAINY SABBATH.
  
TELL JESUS.
  
BABY.
  
THE SEA.
  
CYPRESS SLASH.
  
POWER OF A SONG.
  
DAISY.
  
BANGS.
  
ANNA.
  
CARRIE.
  
EIGHTEEN.
  
WILHELMINA.
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PART III.—IN MEMORIAM.
  
Rev. Allan McLean,
  
Wendell Phillips.
  
Miss Ann Eliza Davis,
  
Janie Armstrong.
  
Dr. George W. Levere.
  
[Dr. George W. Levere.]
  
Mrs. A. Isabel Herron.
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PART IV.—PSALMS IN VERSE.
  
FIRST PSALM.
  
SECOND PSALM.
  
THIRD PSALM.
  
TWENTY-THIRD PSALM.
  
THIRTY-NINTH PSALM.
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PART V. BETHESDA, AND OTHER POEMS.
  
BETHESDA.
  
HOME.
  
MOTHER'S 69TH BIRTHDAY.
  
RETROSPECT.
  
BURNING OF ACADEMIC HALL.
  
SISTERS OF PLYMOUTH.
  
PLYMOUTH CHOIR.
  
THE SONG OF MOSES.
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PART VI—AMBITION.
  
THE REASON WHY.
  
TEACHERS OF GEORGIA.
  
IT IS NOT ALL OF LIFE TO LIVE.
  
EMANCIPATION.
  
TRUE NOBILITY.
  
SLUICE THE DYKE.
  
FREEDOM.
  
OPPORTUNITY.
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PART VII.—MISCELLANEOUS.
  
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.
  
LORD, SAVE ME.
  
REST.
  
REDEEM THE TIME.
  
GO WORK.
  
CHANGE.
  
LE COQ ET LA PERLE.
  
GENIUS IN RUINS.
  
LIFE.
  
COMMUNION.
  
COME.
  
THE HOUR OF DEATH.
  
MY PERSUASION.
  
FAITH.
  
THE EARTHQUAKE.
  
JEALOUSY.
  
THE PASSING YEAR.
  
OF ONE BLOOD.
  
CRITICISM.

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IT IS NOT ALL OF LIFE TO LIVE.

At morning's dawn, when golden rays
And rosy tints a halo give
Unto the forests, bright and gay
With autumn hues—'tis sweet to live.
When in the hallowed woodland glen,
Our spirits higher thoughts conceive,
And we forget the faults of men,
Oh, what a blessing, then, to live.
When in God's holy temple we
In silence sit,—his truth receive,
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Minds soar to what we soon shall be!—
How grand, how blessed 'tis to live.
When lying on the bed of death,
We back to God our spirits give,—
Besigning health and life and breath—
'Tis then we just begin to live!
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