Apples of Gold

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II. There's a wideness in God's mercy Like the wideness of the sea, There's a kindness in his justice, That is more than liberty. For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind, And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. Frederick William Farer. Every inmost aspiration is God's...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II. There's a wideness in God's mercy Like the wideness of the sea, There's a kindness in his justice, That is more than liberty. For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind, And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. Frederick William Farer. Every inmost aspiration is God's angel undefiled; And in every O my Father slumbers deep a ''Here, my child Translation, through the German of Tholuck, from the Persian. James Freeman Clarke. FATHER AND CHILD. HIDDEN LIFE. Since Eden it keeps the secret Not a flower beside it knows To distil from the day the fragrance And beauty that flood the rose. Silently speeds the secret From the loving eye of the sun To the willing heart of the flower; The life of the twain is one. Folded within my being, A wonder to me is taught, Too deep for curious seeing, Or fathom of sounding thought. Of all sweet mysteries holiest Faded are rose and sun The Highest hides in the lowliest; My Father and I are one Charles Gordon Ames. TO A WATEEFOWL. Whither midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way 1 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake or marge of river -wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side f There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast ? The desert and illimitable air? Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the...