Faithin Omaha eBook Collection

Download or read book The Heather Lintie written by Roger Quinn and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 44 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 edition. Excerpt: ... will be done," Yet meets that "will," if adverse, with a frown, Nor even adverse oft, when known aright, The opposite extreme ill-judged on sight. Inspiring thus with holy Job to say, "The Lord doth give, and why not take away 1" Since bliss unforfeited you must partake, Unless condemned for mere condemning's sake. Resigned, no more thy happy change I'll mourn, Though from my fond reluctant bosom torn. The cause, --you were entrusted to the care Of those unskilled in nursing flowers so fair, (In blest fulfilment of some wise design, In heaven matured as means to ends divine) As well as that thy natal lot was cast On life's bleak waste, exposed to every blast, Resistless sweeping, heedless of remorse, Defenceless victims down its onward course; Beneath whose ruthless and insatiate sway The sweetest bloom first droops into decay. No wall to meet the dark impending storm, Protective rose around thy lovely form, Nor culture o'er her friendly influence shed The soil intended for thy infant bed; But unreclaimed, ill suited to remove Thy growth celestial circling weeds above, Whose rude contrast would tend but to have shewn You charms possessed, rich, tempting, not their own, Which might to man become an easy prey, As insects, unsuspecting, to the jay. The Over-Gardener, well perceiving this, Removed thee to his flower-knot of bliss; There, close beneath his all-auspicious eye, Ever to bloom throughout eternity. ON THE EEV. HENEY SMALL. He has gone to the grave before us, In his prime, when he brightest shone, The soother of all our sorrows--The best of the good is gone. His hand was that of a brother, The flow of his soul still the same, His council was such that none other Could warm with so holy a flame. He was great...