. The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers. n she must eitherutter a no, more strange, more unexpected, and more disgrace-ful than ever; or pronounce a yes, already so often repeated :she pronounced it, and became a nun forever. <xJi^oo— HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP. By ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Of all the thoughts of God that areBorne inward, unto souls afar,Along the psalmists music deep,Now tell me if there any isFor gift or
. The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers. n she must eitherutter a no, more strange, more unexpected, and more disgrace-ful than ever; or pronounce a yes, already so often repeated :she pronounced it, and became a nun forever. <xJi^oo— HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP. By ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Of all the thoughts of God that areBorne inward, unto souls afar,Along the psalmists music deep,Now tell me if there any isFor gift or grace, surpassing this, — He givetli His beloved sleep. What would we give to our beloved ?The heros heart, to be unmoved,The poets star-tuned harp, to sweep,The patriots voice, to teach and rouse,The monarchs crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved sleep. What do we give to our beloved ? A little faith, all undisproved, A little dust, to overweep. And bitter memories, to make The whole earth blasted for our sake. ? He giveth His beloved sleep. Sleep soft, beloved! we sometimes have no tune to charm awaySad dreams that through the eyelids creep:But never doleful dream again. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FRIENDSHIP. TST^ Shall break the happy slumber, when He giveth His beloved sleep. O earth, so full of dreary noises!0 man, with wailing in your voices!0 delved gold, the wallers heap! 0 strife, 0 curse, that oer it fall!God strikes a silence through you all,And giveth His beloved sleep. His dews drop mutely on the hill,His cloud above it saileth still,Though on its slope men sow and softly than the dew is cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved sleep. Yea! men may wonder while they scanA living, thinking, feeling man,Confirmed, in such a rest to keep;But angels say — and through the word 1 ween their blessed smile is heard —He giveth His beloved sleep. For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show. That
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