Vesper Bells and Other Verses

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: 14 LITTLE THINGS. God loveth a cheerful giver, Though gift be poor and small; What doth he think of his children, Who never give at all ? Blue-Bell The Blue-Bell on the Alpine heights. But echo is, of Alpine light. As I passed by, it seemed to say: To Heaven ? To God ? This is the way Qtattmm. A flush of...
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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: 14 LITTLE THINGS. God loveth a cheerful giver, Though gift be poor and small; What doth he think of his children, Who never give at all ? Blue-Bell The Blue-Bell on the Alpine heights. But echo is, of Alpine light. As I passed by, it seemed to say: To Heaven ? To God ? This is the way Qtattmm. A flush of fever on the face Of nature: and it holds full sweep. A sign of death which comes a pace ? Methinks 'tis but the sign of sleep. Jbrget-Jtte-Not The Father gave all flowers a name, And each one had its own; But soon a wee one backward came, And, standing by His Throne, With timid grace and trembling frame, The modest blue eyes fell; And then it said, almost with shame, How it can be I cannot tell, But Father dear, my name my name Alas I have forgot The Father kindly said, ? No blame, My child, ?Forget-me-not JDrnnme Jttt0erere. (A Paraphrase.) I Will arise and to my Father go Alas And when I throw me at His Feet, What can I say ? I left my Father's House, And gathered of the fruit my folly sowed; The taste was bitter, and I then returned. I once returned, and once I was forgiven. My heart again rebelled. Again returned, And yet again I was forgiven all The penitential vow upon my lips, The kiss Paternal warm upon my cheek, And still about my neck the Golden Chain With which he pledged and bound me to His love: Again, and yet again, I spurned the gift. 0 God I dare not come to plead with Thee 1 dare not even lift my eyes to Heaven, Lest in the look there be offence and sin. I dare not offer Thee a wish or vow, Lest in Thine awful Wisdom Thou should'st see Sin in the wish, or falsehood in the vow. If I should say, I fear Thee, that is false;...