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angels arms baby beautiful bless Blue Beard bosom breast breath brow CHARLES SCRIBNER chastened Christ Christian cider D. D. 1 Vol DAVID dear death dream drink durance ears earth EDWARD evermore evil evil live eyes face Faith faithless fathers Fatima fear feet flame forgive forgotten the world friends girl give God's golden hours GRACE hand happy head heart Heaven husband Hush ISRAEL J. G. HOLLAND Jesus kiss kneeling knew light lips live LOCALITY-The look Lord MARY morn mother never night pain PATIENCE peace pity pleasant poplar prayed prayer precious PRUDENCE quick REBEKAH remember the world rising storm RUTH Save shame side of Heaven sighs sleep sleet smile song soul stood storm strange sweet sweet spring sweetest talk tears tell thee thought throb throne to-night toss twixt vacant niche wedded wife wild wings woman words
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Page 26 - What is the little one thinking about ? Very wonderful things, no doubt. Unwritten history ! Unfathomed mystery ! Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks, And chuckles and crows, and nods and winks, As if his head were as full of kinks And curious riddles as any sphinx...
Page 72 - Hearts, like apples, are hard and sour, Till crushed by Pain's resistless power ; And yield their juices rich and bland To none but Sorrow's heavy hand. The purest streams of human love Flow naturally never, But gush by pressure from above, With God's hand on the lever.
Page 27 - Out from the shore of the unknown sea, Tossing in pitiful agony ; Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls, Specked with the barks of little souls : Barks that were launched on the other side, And slipped from Heaven on an ebbing tide...
Page 43 - What golden fruit lies hidden in its husk. How shall it nurse my virtue, nerve my will, Chasten my passions, purify my love, And make me in some goodly sense, like Him Who bore the cross of evil, while he lived, Who hung and bled upon it when he died, And now in glory, wears the victor's crown.
Page 70 - Sixteen barrels of cider Ripening all in a row ! Open the vent-channels wider ! See the froth, drifted like snow, Blown by the tempest below ! Those delectable juices Flowed through the sinuous sluices Of sweet springs under the orchard ; Climbed into fountains that chained them ; Dripped into cups that retained them, And swelled till they dropped, and we gained them. Then they were gathered and tortured By passage from hopper to vat, And fell—every apple crushed flat.
Page 165 - The room was gloomy and damp and wide, And the floor was red with the bloody tide From headless women, laid side by side, The wives of her lord and master ! Frightened and fainting she dropped the key, But seized it and lifted it quickly ; then she Hurried as swiftly as she could flee From the scene of the disaster.
Page 20 - THE day is quenched, and the sun is fled; God has forgotten the world ! The moon is gone, and the stars are dead; God has forgotten the 'world ! Evil has won in the horrid feud Of ages with The Throne ; Evil stands on the neck of Good, And rules the world alone.
Page 21 - ... fountain of joy is fed by tears, And love is lit by the breath of sighs; The deepest griefs and the wildest fears Have holiest ministries. Strong grows the oak in the sweeping storm ; Safely the flower sleeps under the snow ; And the farmer's hearth is never warm Till the cold wind starts to blow.
Page 27 - Who can tell what a baby thinks ? Who can follow the gossamer links By which the manikin feels his way Out from the shore of the great unknown, Blind and wailing, and alone, Into the light of day?
Page 28 - What does he think when her quick embrace Presses his hand and buries his face Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell With a tenderness she can never tell. Though she murmur the words Of all the birds — Words she has learned to murmur well ? Now he thinks he'll go to sleep!