American Bee Journal, Bind 30

Dadant & Sons, 1892
Includes summarized reports of many bee-keeper associations.

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Side 171 - When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
Side 172 - Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul?
Side 172 - To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
Side 171 - Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, And in the night his song shall be with me, And my prayer unto the God of my life.
Side 165 - ALL'S WELL. THE clouds, which rise with thunder, slake Our thirsty souls with rain ; The blow most dreaded falls to break From olf our limbs a chain ; And wrongs of man to man but make The love of God more plain. As through the shadowy lens of even The eye looks farthest into heaven On gleams of star and depths of blue The glaring sunshine never knew ! SEED-TIME AND HARVEST.
Side 431 - SOME murmur, when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue. And some with thankful love are filled, If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night.
Side 229 - The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds, both great and small, Are close-knit strands of an unbroken thread Where love ennobles all. The world may sound no trumpets, ring no bells— The Book of Life the shining record tells.
Side 171 - Oh send out thy light and thy truth : let them lead me ; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.
Side 171 - God my exceeding joy : yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Side 171 - Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

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