poems.
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Passed by unfeelingly, as did the Levite
The poor wounded man upon the road-side.
Musing upon the strange events of life,
The different grades of feeling in th°
Human breast, I turned and left the grave-yard,
Wiser, and I trust better, than when I
Entered.
The poor wounded man upon the road-side.
Musing upon the strange events of life,
The different grades of feeling in th°
Human breast, I turned and left the grave-yard,
Wiser, and I trust better, than when I
Entered.
"GOD IS LOVE."
We read it on the brow of Heaven,
We hear it in the breeze,
We see it in the morning dew,
That sparkles on the trees.
We hear it in the breeze,
We see it in the morning dew,
That sparkles on the trees.
'T is written on each budding plant,
Tis traced in every flower,
We feel it in the Sun's bright beams,
And in the genial shower.
Tis traced in every flower,
We feel it in the Sun's bright beams,
And in the genial shower.
We read it on the ocean wave,
In every gem above,
All nature bears the impress strong,
That tells us, "God is Love."
In every gem above,
All nature bears the impress strong,
That tells us, "God is Love."
