...despair. He started up, assured that relief was at hand, and he was not disappointed." Fd 8. p. 148. " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; * * ,* * » • * * * * * • * I cannot go Wfioie...

...blackening east; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, And, dead'to joy, forget my heart to beat 1 Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or...

...American shores, and say in the language of submission, " Here am I Lord, send me where thou wilt. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or...

...blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more, Am!, dead to joy, forget my heart to-beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivera unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or...

...American shores, and say in the language of submission, " Here am I .Lord, send me where thou wilt. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or...

...herself to Him whose dominion extends to every corner of the earth, her ladyship might exclaim, — Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; — 'tis nought to me, Since God is ever present,...

...hlackening east ; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous climf.s, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or...

...I have just read a passage in Thomson's Seasons, which I thought I could adopt as my own language. "Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or...

...our reconciled God and our Father. And in the prospect of still greater journeyings we may say ; ' Should fate command me to the farthest verge ' Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, ' Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun ' Gilds Indian mountains,...

...Omnipresence ; but the same sublime conceptions dilated their hearts, and inspired their zeal. — Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song 'tis nought to me; ' Since God is ever present,...