A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
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Solitude.
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Solitude.
“He was there alone,” when even
Had round earth its mantle thrown,
Holding intercourse with heaven:
“He was there alone.”
Had round earth its mantle thrown,
Holding intercourse with heaven:
“He was there alone.”
There His inmost heart's emotion
Made He to his Father known;
In the spirit of devotion
Musing there alone.
Made He to his Father known;
In the spirit of devotion
Musing there alone.
So let us, from earth retiring,
Seek our God and Father's throne,
And, to other scenes aspiring,
Train our hearts, alone.
Seek our God and Father's throne,
And, to other scenes aspiring,
Train our hearts, alone.
Thus, when time its course hath ended,
And the joys of earth are flown,
We, by hope and bliss attended,
Shall not be alone.
And the joys of earth are flown,
We, by hope and bliss attended,
Shall not be alone.
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