The Truth Seeker Collection of Forms, Hymns, and Recitations: Original and SelectedD.M. Bennett, Liberal and Scientific Publishing House, 1877 - 585 страница |
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... waited for his City Cousin to lead off : when seeing there was no other recourse , the city youth addressed the " Throne of Grace " in the following manner : ] Oh , Lord , you know that I do not believe in you , as you are described in ...
... waited for his City Cousin to lead off : when seeing there was no other recourse , the city youth addressed the " Throne of Grace " in the following manner : ] Oh , Lord , you know that I do not believe in you , as you are described in ...
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... wait , Win from each storm its music sweet . L.M L.M. 4 LOVE FOR ALL . -M . D. Conway Inspired by love , may we abstain From all that gives our neighbor pain ; And every secret wish suppress That would abridge his happiness . Still may ...
... wait , Win from each storm its music sweet . L.M L.M. 4 LOVE FOR ALL . -M . D. Conway Inspired by love , may we abstain From all that gives our neighbor pain ; And every secret wish suppress That would abridge his happiness . Still may ...
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... waiting world arise . O , weary and long seems that time to some , Who under life's burdens bow , For while they wait for that time to come , They forget ' tis a good time now . Yes , a good time now - for we cannot say What the morrow ...
... waiting world arise . O , weary and long seems that time to some , Who under life's burdens bow , For while they wait for that time to come , They forget ' tis a good time now . Yes , a good time now - for we cannot say What the morrow ...
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... wait for the promised hour , For the good time now is best , And the soul that uses its gift of power Shall be in the present blest . Whatever the future may have in store , With a will there is ever a way ; And none need burden the ...
... wait for the promised hour , For the good time now is best , And the soul that uses its gift of power Shall be in the present blest . Whatever the future may have in store , With a will there is ever a way ; And none need burden the ...
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... WAIT . Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream ; For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac of life , Be not like dumb , driven ...
... WAIT . Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream ; For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac of life , Be not like dumb , driven ...
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ages angels bear beautiful better bless breath bring brother cause clouds comes dare dark dawn dead death deeds dream duty earth eternal eyes face fair faith fall Father fear feel flowers follow forever freedom friends future give glorious glory grave grow hand happy heart heaven hold hope hour human kind land laws lead leaves liberty life's light live look marching meet mind moral morning Nature Nature's never night o'er pain pass past peace praise prayer reason rest rise river round seek Selected shine shore sing smile Society song sorrow soul spirit spring stand stars strive sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought toil true truth voice wait waves weary wisdom wrong
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Страница 98 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Страница 130 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Страница 82 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Страница 97 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Страница 74 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Страница 82 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know...
Страница 212 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Страница 96 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 249 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Страница 74 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.