Problems in human nature, by the author of 'Morning clouds'.

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Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts & Green, 1863 - 160 sider

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Side 132 - Thrice blest is he to whom is given The instinct that can tell That God is on the field when He Is most invisible.
Side 57 - All accidents, and to the very road Which they have fashioned would confine us down, Like engines ; when will their presumption learn, That in the unreasoning progress of the world A wiser spirit is at work for us, A better eye than theirs, most prodigal Of blessings, and most studious of our good, Even in what seem our most unfruitful hours...
Side 74 - For whosoever will save his life shall lose it ; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the Gospel's, the same shall save it.
Side 62 - Had proffered them before. To them was life a simple art Of duties to be done, A game where each man took his part, A race where all must run ; A battle whose great scheme and scope They little cared to know, Content as men-at-arms to cope Each with his fronting foe.
Side 1 - Most people dislike vanity in others, whatever share they have of it themselves; but I give it fair quarter wherever I meet with it, being persuaded that it is often productive of good to the possessor, and to others that are within his sphere of action; and therefore, in many cases, it would not be altogether absurd if a man were to thank God for his vanity among the other comforts of life.
Side 79 - To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven : A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal ; A time to break down, and a time to build up ; A time to weep, and a time to laugh ; A time to mourn, and a time to dance...
Side 74 - This made a strange seizure upon my spirit ; it brought light with it, and commanded a silence in my heart of all those tumultuous thoughts that before did use, like masterless hell-hounds, to roar and bellow, and make a hideous noise within me.
Side 93 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Or sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 143 - And he was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place ! This is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.
Side 132 - He hides Himself so wondrously, As though there were no God ; He is least seen when all the powers Of ill are most abroad. Or He deserts us at the hour The fight is all but lost ; And seems to leave us to ourselves Just when we need Him most. Yes, there is less to try our faith, In our mysterious creed, , Than in the godless look of earth, In these our hours of need. Ill masters good ; good seems to change To ill with greatest ease ; And, worst of all, the good with good Is at cross purposes.

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