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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Ohne Hast und ohne Rast.
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Ohne Hast und ohne Rast.
“Ohne Hast und ohne Rast,”
Is the immutable decree
Of the present,—of the past,—
Of the future,—and shall be
Long as time itself shall last,
Even through eternity.
Is the immutable decree
Of the present,—of the past,—
Of the future,—and shall be
Long as time itself shall last,
Even through eternity.
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Never resting, never hasting,
Cycled centuries roll away;
Time repairs what time is wasting,
Years restore what years decay:
Laws eternal rule the whole,
Charm the sense, and raise the soul.
Cycled centuries roll away;
Time repairs what time is wasting,
Years restore what years decay:
Laws eternal rule the whole,
Charm the sense, and raise the soul.
O what marvellous Eye, inspecting,
Sees the immeasurable scene;
O what wondrous Hand, directing,
Guides the complicate machine:
Tiring, wandering, lingering never,
Lasting unimpaired for ever!
Sees the immeasurable scene;
O what wondrous Hand, directing,
Guides the complicate machine:
Tiring, wandering, lingering never,
Lasting unimpaired for ever!
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