THE CURATE

NEAR yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion…

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AUDI, TELLUS, AUDI

(Advent Hymn Of The Eleventh Century.) HEAR, Earth, hear God's decree, Cave of the mighty sea! Hear, man! hear every one Dwelling beneath the sun! It Cometh! it is near.…

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SUNDAY

O DAY most calm, most bright! The fruit of this, the next world's bud; Th’ indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood; The couch of…

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STRIVE

Strive, when thou art called of God, When He draws thee by His grace, Strive to cast away the load That would clog thee in the race! Fight, though it…

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THE SILENT TOWER

TINTADGEL bells ring o'er the tide! The boy leans on his vessel side, — He hears that sound, and dreams of home Soothe the wild orphan of the foam. "Come…

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A WREATH

A WREATHED garland of deservéd praise, Of praise deservéd, unto Thee I give; I give to Thee, who knowest all my ways, My crooked winding ways, wherein I live. Wherein…

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STABAT MATER DOLOROSA

At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul, of joy bereaved, Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved. Felt the…

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THE GOD OF LOVE

The God of love my Shepherd is, And He that doth me feed; While He is mine, and I am His, What can I want or need? He leads me…

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