'Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother.'
O wondrous mother! since the dawn of time
Was ever love, was ever grief, like thine?
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It lies around us like a cloud,
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.
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Look on the travellers kneeling,
In thankful gladness, here,
As the boat that brought them o'er the lake,
Goes steaming from the pier.
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One year ago,--a ringing voice,
A clear blue eye,
And clustering curls of sunny hair,
Too fair to die.
Only a year,--no voice, no smile,
No gl ...
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Life's mystery - deep, restless as the ocean -
Hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro;
Earth's generations watch its ceaseless motion,
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All dark! - no light, no ray!
Sun, moon, and stars, all gone!
Dimness of anguish! - utter void! -
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'Behold, I stand at the door and knock.'
Knocking, knocking, ever knocking?
Who is there?
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From her resting-place by the trader chased,
Through the winter evening cold,
Eliza came with her boy at last,
Where a broad deep river rolled.
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Beneath the sunny autumn sky,
With gold leaves dropping round,
We sought, my little friend and I,
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