Far beneath the tainted foamThat frets above our peaceful home,We dream in joy and wake in loveNor know the rage that yells above.
God is its author, and not man; he laid The key-note of all harmonies; he planned All perfect combinations, and he made Us so that we could hear and … - John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
God is its author, and not man; he laid The key-note of all harmonies; he planned All perfect combinations, and he made Us so that we could hear and …
- John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one. - John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells an… - John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells an…
At the piping of all hands,When the judgment-signal's spread-When the islands and the landsAnd the seas give up their dead,And the South and North sh… - John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
At the piping of all hands,When the judgment-signal's spread-When the islands and the landsAnd the seas give up their dead,And the South and North sh…
Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves. - John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves.
Far beneath the tainted foamThat frets above our peaceful home,We dream in joy and wake in loveNor know the rage that yells above. - John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass. - John Gardiner Calkins Brainard
Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass.
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