Selections from American poetry, with special reference to Poe, Longfellow, Lowell and Whittier by Unknown
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For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given Till toils and cares shall end. Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. Jesus, thou friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. SAMUEL WOODWORTH THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! |
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