 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 pages
...first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the...void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight... | |
 | Nicholas Murray Butler, Frank Pierrepont Graves, William McAndrew - 1918 - 482 pages
...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian...void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes there must be joy. And another from the same : 'Tis .listening fear and dumb amazement all,... | |
 | Nicholas Murray Butler, Frank Pierrepont Graves, William McAndrew - 1918 - 472 pages
...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian...void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes there must be joy. And another from the same : 'Tis listening fear and dumb amazement all,... | |
 | George W. Taylor - 1891 - 86 pages
...following passage from Thompson's " Hymn to the Seasons," as the words rolled from my tongue sonorously : " Since God is ever present, ever felt In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come And wing my mystic flight... | |
 | Charles F. Beezley - 1891 - 436 pages
...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic Isles — 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | Walter Jenkinson Kaye - 1891 - 350 pages
...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as... | |
 | Abby Ann Judson - 1891 - 276 pages
...the farthest l Of the green earth, to distant barbarous dimes. ч or lus setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me. Since God is ever present, ever felt. In the wide waste as in the city fnll . And where He vital dwells, there must be joy. When e'en at last the... | |
 | Abby Ann Judson - 1892 - 282 pages
...Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flame's on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the wide... | |
 | James Thomson - 1891 - 458 pages
...dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge joo Flames on the Atlantic isles — 'tis nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, 105 In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. When even... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1894 - 544 pages
...Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis naught to In the void waste as in the city full, And where he vital spreads... | |
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