 I MOURN no more my vanished years : Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west- winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.  The Atlantic Monthly - Stran 3251864Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 strani
...years: Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west-winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run...Wide open to the sun. No longer forward nor behind 1 look in hope or fear; But, grateful lake the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more... | |
 | 1867 - 740 strani
...again. " The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams ran ; The windows of my sonl I throw Wide open to the sun, " No longer forward...and fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The belt of now and here. " I plough no more a desert land, To harvest weed and tare ; The manna dropping... | |
 | 1879 - 474 strani
...; Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run;...soul I throw Wide open to the sun. No longer forward or behind I look, in hope or fear ; But grateful take the good I find, The best of now and here. I... | |
 | 1868 - 756 strani
...Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again, " The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul 1 throw Wide open to the sun. " No longer forward nor behind I look in hope and fear ; But, grateful,... | |
 | 1859 - 802 strani
...: Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run...the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. I plough no more a desert... | |
 | Norman Macleod - 1859 - 564 strani
...: Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and, singing low, I hear the glad streams run ; The windows 'if my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. No longer forward nor behind I look in hope and fear; But,... | |
 | Caroline Snowden Guild - 1860 - 366 strani
...and tears, My heart is young again. The weft winds blow, and, finging low, I hear the glad ftreams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to...and fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The beft of now and here. I plough no more a desert land, To harveft weed and tare ; The manna dropping... | |
 | Harriet Sanborn Grosvenor - 1860 - 414 strani
...April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. " I feel once more the south winds blow, I see the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun." WHILE relating these joys and sorrows of my earlier years, I have thought of an illustration in the... | |
 | 1860 - 590 strani
...when at last the best of its joys are behind us— " No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear ; But grateful take the good I find, The best of now and here. " All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And kuoweth more of all my needs Than... | |
 | All - 1861 - 304 strani
...both of us so worthy and true as we read it together ? " The west winds blow, and, singing low, For me the glad streams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. " No longer forward or behind, I look in doubt or fear ; But thankful take the good I find, The best of now and here. "... | |
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