 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 oldal
...If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but...that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And even the hope that threw A... | |
 | 1835 - 218 oldal
...If when deceived and wounded here, He could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but...that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part,) Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer soothes or cheers; And even the hope, that threw... | |
 | Hannah More - 1835 - 272 oldal
...If, when doeeiv'd and wounded here, We could not fly to thee ! The fr'ends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but...broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fiagrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of wo. When joy no longer soothes or cheers,... | |
 | American Tract Society - 1835 - 224 oldal
...pierc'd by sins and sorrows here, We could not fly to thee ! 2 The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. 3 Oh ! who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come brightly wafting, through the... | |
 | Lady, A Lady - 1836 - 338 oldal
...If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee ! The friends who in our sunshine lire, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but...thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the pknt.3 that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no... | |
 | 1836 - 440 oldal
...If, when deceiv'd and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee ! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but...give, Must weep those tears alone ; But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes... | |
 | Mourner - 1836 - 242 oldal
...would be, If, when o'erwhelm'd and wounded here, We could not flee to Thee ! But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A... | |
 | Cynosure - 1837 - 272 oldal
...If when deceived and wounded here, We could not turn to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown, And he who has but tears...that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer soothes and cheers, And e'en the hope that threw... | |
 | R T. Linnington - 1837 - 274 oldal
...If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee ! The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he who has but tears...that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. When joy no longer sooths or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A... | |
 | M F. Dickson - 1837 - 748 oldal
...tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to tliee ! When joy no longer soothes, or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our years, Is dimmed and vanish'd too ! Oh ! who could bear this bitter doom, Did not thy wing of love... | |
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The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. 
