Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.
There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to… - James Montgomery
There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to…
- James Montgomery
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever. - James Montgomery
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past. - James Montgomery
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head. - James Montgomery
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.
A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mo… - James Montgomery
A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mo…
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. - James Montgomery
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility. - James Montgomery
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh,… - James Montgomery
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh,…
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky. - James Montgomery
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.
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