A Collection of Miscellaneous Songs for the Use of the Cincinnati High School

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H. S. Gilmore
A.C. Sparhawk, printer., 1846 - 48 páginas

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Página 17 - I had not power to ask his name, Whither He went, or whence He came ; Yet there was something in his eye That won my love, — I knew not why. Once, when my scanty meal was spread, He entered ; — not a word He spake ; — Just perishing for want of bread, I gave Him all ; He...
Página 18 - Then in a moment to my view The stranger darted from disguise \ The tokens in his hands I knew, My Saviour stood before mine eyes ; He spake ; and my poor name he named : " Of me thou hast not been ashamed ; These deeds shall thy memorial be ; Fear not, thou didst them unto me.
Página 26 - BE kind to each other! The night's coming on, When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone ! Then midst our dejection, How sweet to have earned The blest recollection Of kindness — returned!
Página 6 - TELL me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, — long, long ago ; Sing me the songs I delighted to hear, Long, long ago,— long ago.
Página 4 - When the might with the right and the truth shall be. And come what there may, To stand in the way, That day the wor'd shall see.
Página 39 - God save the poor ! 2 The arms of wicked men Do thou with might restrain — . God save the poor ! Raise thou their lowliness, Succor thou their distress, Thou whom the meanest bless God save the poor ! 3 Give them stanch honesty, Let their pride manly be — God save the poor!
Página 5 - Let good men ne'er of truth despair, Though humble efforts fail ; Oh ! give not o'er until once more The righteous cause prevail. In vain, and long, enduring wrong, The weak may strive against the strong ; But the day shall yet appear, When the might, &c.
Página 16 - Yet lo ! without my cottage door he sported in his glee, With her whose grave is far from his, beneath yon linden tree. I sprang to snatch them to my soul ; when breathing out my name, To grasp my hand, and press my lip, a crowd of loved ones came! Wife, parents, children, kinsmen, friends ! the dear and lost ones all, With blessed words of welcome came, to greet me from my thrall. Forms long unseen were by my side ; and thrilling on my ear, Came cadences from gentle tones, unheard for many a year...
Página 23 - OVER the mountain wave, see where they come ; Storm-cloud and wintry wind welcome them home ; Yet, where the sounding gale howls to the sea, There their song peals along, deep-toned and free : " Pilgrims and wanderers, hither we come ; Where the free dare to be — this is our home...
Página 40 - Give them stanch honesty — Let their pride manly be — God save the Poor ! Help them to hold the right ; Give them both truth and might, Lord of all LIFE and LIGHT ! God save the Poor ! And so we leave Robert Nicoll, with the parting remark, that if the " Poems illustrative of the feelings of the intelligent and religious among the working-classes of Scotland...

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