 | Marcius Willson - 1860 - 368 pagini
...drink its last deep token 1 It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! 13. "And now, farewell! 'Tis hard to give thee up. With...thee, like a wanderer, home, My lost boy, Absalom!" 14. He covered up his face, and bowed himself A moment on his child ; then, giving him A look of melting... | |
 | Warren P. Edgarton - 1860 - 530 pagini
...drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! " And now, farewell ! 'Tis hard to give thee up, With...May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My erring Absalom !" He covered up his face, and bowed himself A moment on his child: then, giving him... | |
 | Charles Baker - 1860 - 432 pagini
...token ! It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! " And now, ferewell ! 'Tis hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle...May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home My erring Absalom !" He covered up his face, and bowed himself A moment on his child ; then giving him... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1860 - 372 pagini
...amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom! 13. "And now, farewell! 'Tis hard to give thee np, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee;— And thy dark sin!—oh! I could drink the cup, If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have called... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pagini
...drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! " And now, farewell ! 'Tis hard to give thee up, With...this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have call'd thee, like a wanderer, home, My lost boy, Absalom ! " He cover'd up his face, and bow'd himself... | |
 | Henry Howe - 1861 - 844 pagini
...to drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! And now, farewell ! 'Tis hard to give thee up, With...so like a gentle slumber on thee ; And thy dark sin ! — O ! I could drink the cup, If from this wo its bitterness bad won thee. May God have call'd thee,... | |
 | Golden gleanings - 1863 - 342 pagini
...drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! And now, farewell ! 'Tis hard to give thee up, With...this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have call'd thee, like a wanderer, home, My lost boy, Absalom ! SPRING. The spring is here — the delicate-footed... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 390 pagini
...broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, 5. And now, farewell ! 'Tis hard to give thee np, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee : — And thy dark sin ! — O, I could drink the cup, If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have called thee,... | |
 | Salem Town, Nelson M. Holbrook - 1864 - 444 pagini
...It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! 6. And now, farewell ! 'T is hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle...May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My erring Absalom ! WILLIS. Remorse, Horror, and Despair. 7. O Time ! Time ! it is fit thou shouldst thus... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 pagini
...drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! And now, farewell ! 'Tis hard to give thee up. With...May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My erring Absalom !" He covered up his face, and bowed himself A moment on his child ; then, giving Mm... | |
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Tis hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee ; And thy dark sin — oh ! I could drink the cup If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My lost boy, Absalom... 
