The Queenly Mother in the Realm of HomeF. H. Revell, 1907 - 270 pages |
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... never a sun that has not its accom- panying shadow . The common task is the prov- ince of all earnest souls . But in the daily round there is room for expansion and for that which makes life's finest flower of nobility for faithful love ...
... never a sun that has not its accom- panying shadow . The common task is the prov- ince of all earnest souls . But in the daily round there is room for expansion and for that which makes life's finest flower of nobility for faithful love ...
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... can be assured of the faint tinkle of fairy bells , and the prancing of little hoofs over our heads . The trouble is maybe that we are as blind as moles and have never caught a glimpse of the good saint's THE KINGDOM OF THE CHILD 13.
... can be assured of the faint tinkle of fairy bells , and the prancing of little hoofs over our heads . The trouble is maybe that we are as blind as moles and have never caught a glimpse of the good saint's THE KINGDOM OF THE CHILD 13.
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Margaret Elizabeth Sangster. and have never caught a glimpse of the good saint's kindly eyes . This is an age in which we are so dull - witted and prosaic , so material and literal , that we have lost that sixth sense of imagination ...
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster. and have never caught a glimpse of the good saint's kindly eyes . This is an age in which we are so dull - witted and prosaic , so material and literal , that we have lost that sixth sense of imagination ...
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... hard and who early have to work beyond their strength , look forward to Christmas eve and the Christmas - tree with a longing they cannot put into words . There are mothers who never fail to dress a half- THE KINGDOM OF THE CHILD 17.
... hard and who early have to work beyond their strength , look forward to Christmas eve and the Christmas - tree with a longing they cannot put into words . There are mothers who never fail to dress a half- THE KINGDOM OF THE CHILD 17.
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Margaret Elizabeth Sangster. There are mothers who never fail to dress a half- dozen dolls for their own darlings . Do they dress one for a mission school or a settlement , or the daugh- ter of a poor Italian labourer , or for the little ...
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster. There are mothers who never fail to dress a half- dozen dolls for their own darlings . Do they dress one for a mission school or a settlement , or the daugh- ter of a poor Italian labourer , or for the little ...
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Page 67 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Page 258 - They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints upon their garments white These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 116 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And...
Page 153 - For woman is not undevelopt man But diverse: could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble...
Page 123 - The king's daughter is all glorious within : her clothing is of wrought gold. She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework ; the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.
Page 258 - I have naught that is fair?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 31 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 195 - FRIENDSHIP. A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays. I fancied he was fled, And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again, — O friend...
Page 258 - I have nought that is fair, saith he : Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again. He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Page 128 - Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.