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Side 5
Calmly , serenely gleam the stars to night Over the swaying city's sin - tossed streets ; Above , the eye enraptured gently greets The lands of peace and love and dazzling light , And life seems grand and pure and infinite ; And here ...
Calmly , serenely gleam the stars to night Over the swaying city's sin - tossed streets ; Above , the eye enraptured gently greets The lands of peace and love and dazzling light , And life seems grand and pure and infinite ; And here ...
Side 8
If the meaning and the heart be thus torn out of life , it is all very well to say to him , as Renan has said : “ Religion consists , for all of us , in singing while we do our work , and in praising God , from morning till night , by ...
If the meaning and the heart be thus torn out of life , it is all very well to say to him , as Renan has said : “ Religion consists , for all of us , in singing while we do our work , and in praising God , from morning till night , by ...
Side 21
Two hundred miles away a young man was writing to the station agent at Paleytown for a handbag left by mistake on the platform of the station the night before . In Alexandria a poor old woman was sitting in her doorstep sobbing over a ...
Two hundred miles away a young man was writing to the station agent at Paleytown for a handbag left by mistake on the platform of the station the night before . In Alexandria a poor old woman was sitting in her doorstep sobbing over a ...
Side 24
“ Do you feel that you cannot abide with us through the night , ” said the minister ; " it would be a sacred honor— " " Where is my hat ? " repeated the convict hoarsely . The minister's wife held it at his elbow ; he departed , hardly ...
“ Do you feel that you cannot abide with us through the night , ” said the minister ; " it would be a sacred honor— " " Where is my hat ? " repeated the convict hoarsely . The minister's wife held it at his elbow ; he departed , hardly ...
Side 26
And bow to everything : And thread the dews all night , like pearls , And make itself so fine ; And even when it dies , to pass To odors so divine ; And then to dwell in sov'reign barns , And dream the days away ; Or could Thoreau have ...
And bow to everything : And thread the dews all night , like pearls , And make itself so fine ; And even when it dies , to pass To odors so divine ; And then to dwell in sov'reign barns , And dream the days away ; Or could Thoreau have ...
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