Little Journeys to the Homes of Great Reformers, Issue 5

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The Roycrofters, 1907 - 359 pages

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Page 139 - THEY do me wrong who say I come no more When once I knock and fail to find you in; For every day I stand outside your door, And bid you wake and rise to fight and win. 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.
Page 139 - ... every day I stand outside your door And bid you wake and rise, to fight and win. 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,...
Page 139 - 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 112 - ... Harvard College Library From the Library of ERNEST LEWIS GAY Class of 1897 Given by his Nephew GEORGE HENRY GAY June 15, 1927 . .{ . > .1 I * I J.
Page 135 - ... excellent face of thy sun. We thank Thee for good news received. We thank Thee for the pleasures we have enjoyed and for those we have been able to confer. And now, when the clouds gather and the rain impends over the forest and our house, permit us not to be cast down; let us not lose the savour of past mercies and past pleasures; but, like the voice of a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memory survive in the hour of darkness.
Page 141 - In fact, the book reads like an abdication of pontificality and comes upon us as a breath-taking surprise.
Page 141 - Hubbard must be all he says she is ind more, or she never could have subdued the Fra himself to that tenderness and modesty and spontaneous admiration based on rational and not sentimental grounds, to which he gives play in
Page 141 - As a tribute to a helpmeet it rises beyond mere gush and compliment, and presents to us a woman who is human and not an idolized doll. Mrs. Hubbard must be all he says she is...

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