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Página 11 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened;— Listen to this simple story, To this Song of Hiawatha!
Página 35 - Had he by password gained access, To the dark catacomb, And learned the hope of Christ's beloved, Beyond the rack, the tomb ? The proud Vespasian o'er him bends, "My priceless architect, To-day I will announce to all Thy privilege elect, — A free made citizen of Rome." Calmly Gaudentis rose, And folding, o'er his breast, his arms, Turned to the Saviour's foes ; And in a strength not all his own, With Life and Death in view, The fearless architect exclaimed, "i am a Christian too," Only a few brief...
Página 35 - Christians die, — But one beside Vespasian leaned, With a strange light in his eye. What thoughts welled up within his breast, As on that group he gazed, What gleams of holy light from heaven, Upon his dark soul blazed ! Had he by password gained access, To the dark catacomb, And learned the hope of Christ's beloved, Beyond the rack, the tomb ? The proud Vespasian o'er him bends, "My priceless architect, To-day I will announce to all Thy privilege elect, — A free made citizen of Rome.
Página 61 - Then there came to him a hand, with some of the leaves of the tree of life, the which Christian took, and applied to the wounds that he had received in the battle, and was healed immediately. He also sat down in that place to eat bread, and to drink of the bottle that was given...
Página 34 - Vespasian's regal throne Skilful Gaudentis stood ; " Build me," the haughty monarch cried, "A theatre for blood. I know thou'rt skilled in mason's work ; Thine is the power to frame Rome's Coliseum vast and wide, An honor to thy name. " Over seven acres spread thy work, And, by the gods of Rome, Thou shalt hereafter by my side Have thy resplendent home. A citizen of Roman rights. Silver and golden store^These shall be thine let Christian blood But stain the marble floor.
Página 158 - Oil, how shall I help to right the world that is going wrong! And what can I do to hurry the promised time of peace ! The day of work is short and the night of sleep is long; And whether to pray or preach, or whether to sing a song, To plow in my neighbor's fleld, or to seek the golden fleece.
Página 158 - To plow in my neighbor's fleld, or to seek the golden fleece. Or to sit with my hands in my lap, and wish that ill would cease! II. I think, sometimes, it were best just to let the Lord alone; I am sure some people forget He was here before they came; Though they say it is all for His glory, 't is...
Página 28 - O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away and be at rest — Ps.
Página 34 - Vespasian ! the rewarding with death him, the crown of thy glory in Rome. Do rejoice, O Gaudentis; the cruel tyrant promised much, but Christ gave thee all, Who prepared thee such a mansion."— Professor J. De Launay'a Lecture! on the Catacombs. EFORE Vespasian's regal throne, Skilful Gaudentis stood ; " Build me," the haughty monarch cried,