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The Christian Year, Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holydays Throughout the Year [by J. Keble]. Illustr. by W. Foster
The Christian Year Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holydays Throughout the Year Illustr by W Foster - by J. Keble Author:John Keble, John Keble General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1879 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: JFirat ftunDaj after rfmatmaa. So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down. -- Isaiah xxxviii. 8 ; compare Joshua x. 13. 'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun His daily course refused to run ; The pale moon hurrying to the west Paused at a mortal's call, to aid Th' avenging storm of war, that laid Seven guilty realms at once on earth's defiled breast. But can it be, one suppliant tear Should stay the ever-moving sphere ? A sick man's lowly-breathed sigh, Yhen from the world he turns away,' And hides his weary eyes to pray, Should change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of the sky ? ' We, too, O Lord, would fain command, As then, Thy wonder-working hand, And backward force the waves of Time 1 Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the Lord. -- Isaiah xxxviii. 2. That now so swift and silent bear Our restless bark from year to year : Help us to pause and mourn to Thee our tale of crime. Bright hopes, that erst the bosom warmed, And vows, too pure to be performed, And prayers blown wide by gales of care ;- These, and such faint half-waking dreams, Like stormy lights on mountain streams, Wavering and broken all, athwart the conscience glare. How shall we escape th' o'erwhelming Past ? Can spirits broken, joys o'ercast, And eyes that nevermore may smile : -- Can these th' avenging bolt delay, Or win us back one little day The bitterness of death to soften and beguile ? Father and Lover of our souls ! Though darkly round Thine anger rolls, Thy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom, Thou seekest...« less