 Wail not for precious chances passed away, Weep not for golden ages on the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day, At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb:...  Scientific Temperance Journal - Страница 1251909Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | 1912 - 350 страница
...that have sped. To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb ; My judgments seal the dead past with the dead But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep...in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; I lend my arms to all who say, ''I can!" Xo shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise again and... | |
 | 1918 - 758 страница
...wane ; Each night I burn the records of the day, At Sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like u boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys...shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But he might rise and be again a man." "A ruler who appoints a man to an office when there is in his dominion another... | |
 | 1909 - 738 страница
...ages on the wane ; Each night I burn the records of the day ; At sunrise every soul is born again. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend ray arm to all who say " I can." No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be... | |
 | Roady Kenehan - 1912 - 652 страница
...knock and fail to find you in, For every day I stand outside your door And bid you wake, and rise and fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed...and weep; I lend my arm to all who say "I can !" No shamed- faced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be again a man. Dost thou behold thy... | |
 | 1913 - 1430 страница
...At sunrise every soul Is born again. When down In mire, wring not your hands and weep I lend my arms to all who say. "I can." No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be again a man. Art thou a mourner Rouse thee from thy spell, Art thou a sinner?... | |
 | 1905 - 548 страница
...deaf and dumb. My judgments seal the dead past with its dead But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho' deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; I lend...can !" No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise again and be a man ! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast ? Dost reel from righteous... | |
 | 1909 - 270 страница
...щ 2 Z о щ О ел Strathmore Ornaments Nos. 108. 104, 107, 108 and 164 m ¡ & & ш i Opportunity They do me wrong who say I come no more When once...your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say: "lean." No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But he might rise and be again a man. — Walter Malone... | |
 | Walter Malone - 1906 - 68 страница
...outside your door, And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances past away, Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night...can!" No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep, But yet might rise and be again a man! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous... | |
 | Bertha Johnston, E. Lyell Earle - 1906 - 668 страница
...and dumb ; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho' deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend...can!" No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise again and be a man ! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous... | |
 | 1907 - 476 страница
...fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed away. Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Kach night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every...can!" No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But. yet might rise and be again a man! Post thou behold thy lost youth all aghast, Dost reel from righteous... | |
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