The Life-line of the Lone One: Or, Autobiography of the World's Child

B. Marsh, 1857 - 310 sider
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Side 27 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 18 - — the robin is singing ; " Labor is worship!" — the wild bee is ringing; Listen! that eloquent whisper upspringing Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's great heart. From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower; From the rough sod blows the...
Side 265 - Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses, Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown! Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely, Every day a rich reward will give ; Thou wilt find, by hearty striving only, And truly loving, thou canst truly live.
Side 235 - Ready, too, to let them go. One by one thy griefs shall meet thee — Do not fear an armed band ; One will fade as others greet thee, Shadows passing through the land. Do not look at life's long sorrow ; See how small each moment's pain; God will help thee for to-morrow — Every day begin again. Every hour that fleets so slowly, Has its task to do or bear ; Luminous the crown and holy, If thou set each gem with care.
Side 234 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Side 289 - Depend upon it, my snobbish friend, Your family thread you can't ascend, Without good reason to apprehend You may find it waxed, at the farther end. By some plebeian vocation \\ Or, worse than that, your boasted line May end in a loop of stronger twine, That plagued some worthy relation...
Side 59 - I saw two clouds at morning, Tinged with the rising sun ; And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one: I thought that morning cloud was blest, It moved so sweetly to the west. I saw two summer currents, Flow smoothly to their meeting, And join their course, with silent force, In peace each other greeting: Calm was their course through banks of green, While dimpling eddies play'd between.
Side 286 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Side 279 - Alas, alas — doth Hope deceive us ? Shall friendship — love — shall all those ties That bind a moment, and then leave us, Be found again where nothing dies ? Oh, if no other boon were given, To keep our hearts from wrong and stain, Who would not try to win a Heaven Where all we love shall live again ? WAR AGAINST BABYLON.
Side 17 - PAUSE not to dream of the future before us ; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us ; Hark, how Creation's deep musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into heaven ! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing ; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing Till from its nourishing stem it U riven. ;">56 LABOR. " Labor is worship ! " the robin is singing ; " Labor is worship ! " the wild bee is ringing ; Listen ! that eloquent whisper, upspringing,...

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