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Стр. 1 - 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. 4 111 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...
Стр. 280 - WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new — What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence to your sense? Not friendship's sigh. Not reason's subtle count. Not melody Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew. Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales, Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress-trees To the clear moon ! nor yet the spheric laws Self-chanted,...
Стр. 188 - OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels.
Стр. 327 - An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom ; We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading perfume. Crowds of bees are giddy with clover, Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hanp over. Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Стр. 162 - When Jesus then lifted up his eyes, and saw a great company come unto him, he saith unto Philip, Whence shall we buy bread that these may eat? 6 (And this he said to prove him : for he himself knew what he would do...
Стр. 82 - Show me the path. I had forgotten Thee When I was happy and free, Walking down here in the gladsome light o' the sun ; But now I come and mourn ; O set my feet In the road to Thy blest seat, And for the rest, O God, Thy will be done.
Стр. 164 - A man who can give up dreaming and go to his daily realities— who can smother down his heart, its love or woe, and take to the hard work of his hand — who defies fate — and if he must die, dies fighting to the last — that man is life's best hero.