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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Man's Destiny.
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Man's Destiny.
Man is not wholly vile though he
May here a passing pilgrim be;
For he can speed across the sea—
Soar to the sky, or delve the mine;
From world to world exploring run,
Measure the distance of the sun,
And, touched by the Divinest One,
Feels he has impulses divine!
May here a passing pilgrim be;
For he can speed across the sea—
Soar to the sky, or delve the mine;
From world to world exploring run,
Measure the distance of the sun,
And, touched by the Divinest One,
Feels he has impulses divine!
Earth is a noble pyramid,
Upreared by Heaven:—if Heaven forbid
Our reading all that may be hid
Behind death's veil, let no distrust
Disturb our peace—for God is there,
As He is here, and everywhere,
The Saviour and the Comforter,
All-wise, almighty, and all just.
Upreared by Heaven:—if Heaven forbid
Our reading all that may be hid
Behind death's veil, let no distrust
Disturb our peace—for God is there,
As He is here, and everywhere,
The Saviour and the Comforter,
All-wise, almighty, and all just.
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Our Father and our Friend! around,
Above, below, we see Him crowned
With beauty, and from light profound
Sowing His blessings full and free;
His providence, when understood,
Will out of evil bring forth good
And all earth's sad vicissitude
Melt into heaven's felicity.
Above, below, we see Him crowned
With beauty, and from light profound
Sowing His blessings full and free;
His providence, when understood,
Will out of evil bring forth good
And all earth's sad vicissitude
Melt into heaven's felicity.
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