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Page 114 - One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) Joys are sent thee here below ; Take them readily when given ; Ready, too, to let them go. One by one thy griefs shall meet thee — Do not fear an armed band ; One will fade as others greet thee, Shadows passing through the land. Do not look at life's long sorrow ; See how small each moment's pain; God will help thee for to-morrow — Every day begin again. Every hour that fleets so slowly, Has its task to do or bear ; Luminous the crown and holy, If thou set...
Page 83 - Then answered Jesus, and said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, The Son can do nothing of himself, but what he seeth the Father do : for what things soever he doeth, these also doeth the Son likewise.
Page 212 - Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say,
Page 17 - Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
Page 209 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 200 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 105 - And herein do I exercise myself, to have always a conscience void of offence toward God, and toward men.
Page 212 - If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine; I only yield Thee what was Thine : Thy will be done.
Page 33 - Alas, young lady," said Hogarth, "it is not a faculty to be envied. Take my advice, and never draw caricature; by the long practice of it, I have lost the enjoyment of beauty. I never see a face but distorted ; I never have the satisfaction to behold the human face divine.