Sunset gleams from the city of the mounds by Ethel GreySunset gleams from the city of the mounds by Ethel Grey

Sunset gleams from the city of the mounds

byEthel Grey

Paperback | January 31, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852. Excerpt: ... TO SOME LITTLE ORPHANS. 77 Love ye the Bible, gentle ones, 'Twill tell of eternal life, When thou leavest this thine earthly home, This land of care and strife. 'Twill guide thine erring feet the way, And thou'lt pass from earth to heaven away. New York, March, 1848. DO you think I love you, Mabel? Do you think I love to hear The soft words from your gentle lips, Fall liquidly and clear? Do I adore your soft blue eye, Your rich and shadowy hair? And love to see those lashes lie Upon your cheek so fair? Ah! yes, I love you well, Mabel; I love your beauteous face, Your sylph-like form, your chestnut hair, And step so full of grace. But more than all beside, Mabel, I love your guileless mind, Your Christian virtues I adore, And your deeds so true and kind. St. Louis, 1849. frw. SISTEE, sweet sister, in thy sinless home, Where from His presence thou never wilt roam, Spirit love, look from thy blessed abode On thy frail sister, still treading life's road; She who yet treasures thee deep in heart, "Whom from her memory nothing can part; Oh! thou wilt list to her pleadings, I ween, Beautiful, dearly-loved, sister Irene. Say is thy dwelling where fair flowers blow? Is it where liquid streams ripplingly flow? Where the deep hues of acacias lend Their colors full rich with the lily to blend? Is it where music goes floatingly by, Where never are heard the sad words "We must die?" In thy bright home are the fair angels seen? Tell me, thou angel-born, sister Irene. Thou mayest not answer me, yet it is well, Thou in the beautiful Heaven dost dwell; 80 IEENE. I on the earth linger, sinful and weak, Yet must a lesson learn, learn to be meek; Yet if thou couldst but my bosom look o'er, Thou wouldst remember its loves evermore; The tendrils that there thou wouldst find bri...
Title:Sunset gleams from the city of the moundsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:24 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:January 31, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217061001

ISBN - 13:9780217061001