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- The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
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4 days ago · The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
2 days ago · Song Of A Thousand Years. Lift up your eyes desponding freemen! Fling to the winds your needless fears! He who unfurl'd your beauteous banner, Says it shall wave a thousand years! "A thousand years!" my own Columbia! 'Tis the glad day so long foretold! 'Tis the glad morn whose early twilight.
4 days ago · unto a thousand peoples and summoned the bravest among them. They came from the ends of the earth, each bearing a gift and a hope. The glow of adventure was in their eyes, and in their hearts the glory of hope. And out of the bounty of earth and the labor of men, Out of the longing of hearts and the prayers of souls,
5 days ago · A Song Of Joys. O to make the most jubilant song! Full of music -full of manhood, womanhood, infancy! Full of common employments-full of grain and trees. O for the voices of animals-O for the swiftness and balance of fishes! O for the dropping of raindrops in a song! O for the sunshine and motion of waves in a song!
6 days ago · Study with Quizlet and memorize flashcards containing terms like Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land, Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand and more.
1 day ago · Join us for the Seventh Sunday After Pentecost Service of Word and Sacrament, as we welcome our first guest preacher during Pastor Michael's Sabbatical:...
2 days ago · My eyes welled up now, with a deep knowing. Somehow my legs took me to a seat and I settled to forfeit understanding. Giving one last hopeful glance, The Conductor turned to His orchestra and raised His hands. In one moment my ears pierced and my eyes widened at the notes that formed into the beauty that was The Lark Ascending.
