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Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labours close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose,
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed!
Who that hath ever been
Could bear to be no more?
Yet who would tread again the scene
He trod through life before?
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
Prayer moves the arm
Which moves the world,
And brings salvation down.
Gashed with honourable scars,
Low in Glory's lap they lie;
Though they fell, they fell like stars,
Streaming splendour through the sky.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
There's nothing terrible in death;
'Tis but to cast our robes away,
And sleep at night, without a breath
To break repose till dawn of day.
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
The quenchless stars, so eloquently bright,
Untroubled sentries of the shadow'y night.
Bliss in possession will not last;
Remembered joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, they are, they yet shall be.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
Baptize the nations! far and nigh,
The triumphs of the cross record
The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every people call Him Lord.
A moment standing still for ever.
There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,
Form'd for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that happier sphere.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground.
Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
O Thou by whom we come to God —
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray.
Thus star by star declines
Till all are passed away,
As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day:
Nor sink those stars in empty night;
They hide themselves in heaven's pure light.
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)