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Стр. 56 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Стр. 124 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
Стр. 107 - And I saw no temple therein : for the Lord God Almighty and the Limb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it : for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Стр. 31 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of GOD are strewn ; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Стр. 92 - Where grief may find a balm, and weariness a rest? Faith, Hope, and Love, best boons to mortals given, Waved their bright wings, and whispered — " Yes, in Heaven ! * Charles Mackay.
Стр. 15 - Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child ; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee. Fain I would to thee be brought, Gracious Lord, forbid it not : In the kingdom of thy grace Give a little child a place.
Стр. 92 - Tell me, my secret soul; —oh! tell me, Hope and Faith, Is there no resting-place from sorrow, sin, and death? — Is there no happy spot, where mortals may be blessed, Where grief may find a balm, and weariness a rest? Faith, Hope, and Love, best boons to mortals given, Waved their bright wings, and whispered —
Стр. 19 - The leaf-tongues of the forest, the flowerlips of the sod, The happy birds that hymn their rapture in the ear of God, The summer wind that bringeth music...
Стр. 32 - the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty...