The Upper TrailEaton and Mains, 1913 - 97 pages |
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... water brooks , so panteth my soul after Thee , O God ! " There is the thirst . There are the brooks . The one implies the other . Given the one , the other MUST be . Mr. Ingersoll , though denying , demon- strates the wonderful truth of ...
... water brooks , so panteth my soul after Thee , O God ! " There is the thirst . There are the brooks . The one implies the other . Given the one , the other MUST be . Mr. Ingersoll , though denying , demon- strates the wonderful truth of ...
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... water brooks more certainly than the troubled soul of Mr. Ingersoll , chased by the hounds of disbelief and gnashed by the fangs of doubt , tired and hot and thirsty , called for the water of life - for the Eternal God . Truly the world ...
... water brooks more certainly than the troubled soul of Mr. Ingersoll , chased by the hounds of disbelief and gnashed by the fangs of doubt , tired and hot and thirsty , called for the water of life - for the Eternal God . Truly the world ...
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... water - lily , rocked in the crystal cradle of the lake . He clothes the fields with beauty , and hangs the dewdrops like diamond neck- laces upon the grass - blades . Verily , the trees do rejoice and the hills clap their hands for ...
... water - lily , rocked in the crystal cradle of the lake . He clothes the fields with beauty , and hangs the dewdrops like diamond neck- laces upon the grass - blades . Verily , the trees do rejoice and the hills clap their hands for ...
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... waters with absorbing interest . They were almost fas- cinating in spite of their filth , because they awakened within me emotions before un- touched - considerations of what they once were and of what they might again become . As the ...
... waters with absorbing interest . They were almost fas- cinating in spite of their filth , because they awakened within me emotions before un- touched - considerations of what they once were and of what they might again become . As the ...
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... waters were born they were as pure as the dewdrop distilled upon the rose - bud , and as sweet as the nectar of the clover - blossom that banquets the bee . Behold the crystal beauty of that river at its birth ! But now look upon that ...
... waters were born they were as pure as the dewdrop distilled upon the rose - bud , and as sweet as the nectar of the clover - blossom that banquets the bee . Behold the crystal beauty of that river at its birth ! But now look upon that ...
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Page 64 - The earth also was corrupt before God, and the earth was filled with violence. And God looked upon the earth, and, behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted his way upon the earth.
Page 49 - To-night IF I should die to-night My friends would look upon my quiet face, Before they laid it in its resting-place, And deem that death had left it almost fair, And laying snow-white flowers against my hair, Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness, And fold my hands with lingering caress — Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night! If I should die to-night...
Page 65 - Master of human destinies am I, Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait, Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock, unbidden, once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise — before I turn away. It is the hour of fate...
Page 25 - Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry.
Page 50 - Some gentle word the frozen lips had said; Errands on which the willing feet had sped : The memory of my selfishness and pride, My hasty words, would all be put aside. And so I should be loved and mourned to-night.
Page 50 - O friends ! I pray to-night, Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow. The way is lonely ; let me feel them now. Think gently of me ; I am travel-worn ; My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn. Forgive, O hearts estranged, forgive, I plead ! When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need The tenderness for which I long to-night.
Page 67 - Wail not for precious chances passed away ! Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again! Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say, "I can!
Page 68 - I can"; No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep But he might rise and be again a man! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past, And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell; Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven: Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell, Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.
Page 65 - MASTER of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace— soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain and...
Page 13 - O how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain, With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands, To meet one another again!