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Page 226 - He always wins who sides with God, To him no chance is lost : God's will is sweetest to him when It triumphs at his cost. Ill that God blesses is our good, And unblest good is ill ; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be his dear will...
Page 99 - Twas still some solace, in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each With some new hope or legend old, Or song heroically bold; But even these at length grew cold. Our voices took a dreary tone, An echo of the dungeon stone, A grating sound — not full and free As they of yore were wont to be: It might be fancy — but to me They never sounded like our own.
Page 119 - If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses? and if in the land of peace, wherein thou trustedst, they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan...
Page 110 - ALMIGHTY God, the fountain of all wisdom, Who knowest our necessities before we ask, and our ignorance in asking ; We beseech Thee to have compassion upon our infirmities ; and those things, which for our unworthiness we dare not, and for our blindness we cannot ask, vouchsafe to give us, for the worthiness of Thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
Page 29 - The Lord is loving unto every man : and His mercy is over all His works.
Page 180 - Night is coming and the grave is cold. ' 0 the pale and plashed and sodden roses, 0 the desolate heart that grave above, 0 the white cap shaking as it darkens Round that shrine of memory and love.