 Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own...  Poetical Works - Page 353by John Greenleaf Whittier - 1878Full view - About this book
 | Education - 1884 - 688 pages
...somehow, somewhere meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ; Who hath not learned in hours of faith, The truth...ever Lord of Death And Love can never lose its own." hearts have begun to respond to the music of the winter wind ; and minds to feel the sublime power... | |
 | Charles Henry Winston, Thomas Randolph Price, D. Lee Powell, John Meredith Strother, H. H. Harris, John P. McGuire, Rodes Massie, William Fayette Fox, Harry Fishburne Estill (F.), Richard Ratcliffe Farr, John Lee Buchanan, George R. Pace - Education - 1884 - 1242 pages
...somewhere, meet we must. Alas ! for him who never sees The stars shine through the cypress trees ; Who hath not learned in hours of faith, The truth...and sense unknown, That Life is ever Lord of Death, That Love can never lose its own. A poem thus read cannot be kept within the school room. It will find... | |
 | New England - 1895 - 794 pages
...stories of love and grief to tell, heart-rending until the soul grows calm and realizes the truth "to sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own " ? The patient horses toil up and down these hills ; the farmers till the soil and reap the grain... | |
 | Theodore Francis Wright - Future life - 1885 - 196 pages
..." I know Thee who thou art?" " Alas for him who never sees The sun shine through his cypress trees; Who hopeless lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...ever lord of death, And love can never lose its own." So believing, we can say with Paul, that "whether we wake or sleep, we shall live together with Him,"... | |
 | American literature - 1885 - 184 pages
...Death's angel can bring to thee ! ALAS for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! J. a. Whittier. OH THE GRAVE! THE GRAVE! IT buries every error ; covers every defect ; extinguishes... | |
 | Robert L. Harford - Sermons, American - 1885 - 304 pages
...without your blessed consolation! "Alas for Mm who never sees The stars shine ihroughhis cypress trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...truth, to flesh and sense unknown. That Life is ever lorfl of Death, And Love can never lose its own 1" Very sincerely yours, MABY E. HABFOBD. INTRODUCTION.... | |
 | Robert L. Harford - Sermons, American - 1885 - 304 pages
...without your blessed consolation! "Alas for him who never sees The stars sh*ne through his cypress trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play I Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth, to flesh and sense unknown. That Life is ever... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1885 - 164 pages
...have no hope. 1 THESS. iv. 13. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play ! Ssow-BousD. December (Twelfth Month) 6. If ye know these things, happy are ye if ye do them. JOHN... | |
 | Funeral service - 1886 - 264 pages
...somehow, somewhere, meet we ^nust. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees I Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to...ever Lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! — Whittier. If this life is all, there is no place for such a faculty as conscience with its lash... | |
 | Christopher Rhodes Eliot - Funeral rites and ceremonies - 1886 - 208 pages
...somehow, somewhere, meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress trees ! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see...ever Lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own ! — Whittier. If this life is all, there is no place for such a faculty as conscience with its lash... | |
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