 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 300 pages
...ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous,...youth was given, More than all things else to love me, Aud is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1867 - 234 pages
...ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more. And with them the being beauteous,...and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1868 - 252 pages
...earth no more ! And with them the Being Beanteons, Who nnto my yonth was Riven, More than all minga else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With...noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine. Takes the vneant ehair heside me, Lays her gentie hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at гаe. With those deep... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1868 - 410 pages
...ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all thmgs else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1872 - 322 pages
...and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore — ' Folded their pale hands so meekly — Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous,...and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saintlike,... | |
 | 1872 - 660 pages
...ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly ! Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the being beauteous,...and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, T kes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those... | |
 | 1872 - 710 pages
...ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us tilings else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that... | |
 | 1872 - 900 pages
...Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more I And with them the being beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all tilings else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1873 - 632 pages
...perished, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth...things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. U ith a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me,... | |
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Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. 
