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Identifier: englishlyricscol00bayn
Title: English lyrics : a collection of English poetry of the present day
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Baynes, Robert Hall
Subjects: English poetry -- 19th century
Publisher: London : Houlston and Wright
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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re joy and sorrow, Where an infant lirst drew breatli,!? A^^lile an aged sire was waitingXear unto tlie gate of death.His feeble pulse was failing, And his eye was growing dim ;lie was standing i>n tlie thresholdWhen they brought the babe to him While to murmur forth a blessingOn the little one he trieil,r In his trembling arms he raised it-Pressed it to liis lips, and died.An awful darkness resteth ()n the path they both begin,Who thus meet upon the threshold,Goin out and comiii in. doing out unto the triumph. Coming in unto the tight,—Coming in unto the darkness, s. ilO Englisli Lyrics. Aiid to him wlio bravely conquers As he conquered in the strife,Life is but the way of dying— Death is but the gate of Life ;Yet awful darkness resteth On the path we all begin,Where Ave meet upon the threshold. Going out and coming in.

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211 DYIXG AMOXG THE FIXES. YlXCr among the pines, tho living pines,That liold their heads green all the Win-ter through,And from their dark trunks, seamed withsilver lines,Drop dovnx all day theh healing balmlike dew, Where the soft beat of the low pidsing seaScarce ruffles on the level silver strand. So Avell the pine woods, hanging on her lea.Filter the rough winds ere they touch thesand. ;l Dying, still dying,—far out in the wood,Over the sand, there lies a sacred ground,^p- WTiere quaint white wreath aiul roughlycarven roodTell that the toil-worn fishers rest havefound. Out in the Avood, beycnid the sandy reach Of the white domes. Ah me! tis far to lie I There are no northern daisies by this beach ;She had not need to come so far to die. 212 English Lyrics. As when from some great sliip iii mid seas wrecked,A baby corpse is Avashed on some green isle; For the short sleep that was so long bedeckedIn purest lawn, and wearing still a smile ; Which finding, the dark natives, with wh

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bookid:englishlyricscol00bayn bookyear:1865 bookdecade:1860 bookcentury:1800 bookauthor:Baynes__Robert_Hall booksubject:English_poetry____19th_century bookpublisher:London___Houlston_and_Wright bookcontributor:University_of_California_Libraries booksponsor:MSN bookleafnumber:228 bookcollection:cdl bookcollection:americana

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