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01c. 1784 AD

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

Mrs. Barbauld / quote

02c. 1784 AD

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

Mrs. Barbauld / quote

03c. 1784 AD

It is to hope, though hope were lost.

Mrs. Barbauld / quote

04c. 1784 AD

Life! we 've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'T is hard to part when friends are dear,— Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good morning."

Mrs. Barbauld / quote

05c. 1784 AD

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

Mrs. Barbauld / quote

06c. 1784 AD

Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

Mrs. Barbauld / quote

07c. 1784 AD

Oh! what a night was that which wrapt The heathen world in gloom: Oh! what a sun that broke this day Triumphant from the tomb! Jesus, the friend of human kind, With strong compassion moved, Descended, like a pitying God, To save the souls He loved. The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind His soul in death; He shook their kingdom, when He fell, With His expiring breath. And now His conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies; While broke beneath His powerful cross, Death’s iron sceptre lies.

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08c. 1784 AD

I read His awful name emblazoned high, With golden letters, on the illumined sky; Nor less the mystic characters I see Wrought in each flower, inscribed on every tree: In every leaf that trembles to the breeze, I hear the voice of God among the trees.

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09c. 1784 AD

If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads By living waters and through flowery meads, Where all is smiling, tranquil, and serene; And vernal beauty paints the flattering scene; Oh! teach me to elude each latent snare, And whisper to my sliding heart—Beware! With caution let me hear the syren’s voice, And doubtful with a trembling heart rejoice.

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10c. 1784 AD

If, friendless, in a vale of tears I stray, Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my way— Still let my steady soul Thy goodness see, And with strong confidence lay hold on Thee; With equal eye my various lot receive, Resigned to die, or resolute to live; Prepared to kiss the sceptre or the rod, While God is seen in all, and all in God.

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11c. 1784 AD

Exalted high at God’s right hand And Lord of all below, Through Him is pardoning love dispensed, And boundless blessings flow. And still for erring guilty man A brother’s pity flows; And still His bleeding heart is touched With memory of our woes. So then, my Saviour, and my King, Glad homage let me give; And stand prepared like Thee to die, With Thee that I may live.

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12c. 1784 AD

Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire, hoar Winter's blooming child, delightful Spring.

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