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... Grave of W. Penn .... PAGE . The Saviour's Gift Look for the Flowers . .Mrs . Sigourney 44 .Edwin Paxton Hood 45 mission W. C. 48 on the aggravated Horrors of Slavery .. We are not our own The Angel's Mission Caroline M. Fry 50 Emma S ...
... Grave of W. Penn .... PAGE . The Saviour's Gift Look for the Flowers . .Mrs . Sigourney 44 .Edwin Paxton Hood 45 mission W. C. 48 on the aggravated Horrors of Slavery .. We are not our own The Angel's Mission Caroline M. Fry 50 Emma S ...
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Gems E F. Lines written on Visiting the Grave of W. Penn .... W. H. Patching 98 GEMS . THE GREAT EXHIBITION THE world hath heard thy. The Prayer of Poverty Fragment Duty is Worship . PAGE . W. H. Patching 91 ....... H . M. P. 93 Emma ...
Gems E F. Lines written on Visiting the Grave of W. Penn .... W. H. Patching 98 GEMS . THE GREAT EXHIBITION THE world hath heard thy. The Prayer of Poverty Fragment Duty is Worship . PAGE . W. H. Patching 91 ....... H . M. P. 93 Emma ...
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... grave ! I look'd across the waters , for that coming flood of light , Which should cheer the nations onward , in battle for the right . I look'd across the waters , but clouds rose thick THE SPIRIT MINE . 13 A Word of appeal to our ...
... grave ! I look'd across the waters , for that coming flood of light , Which should cheer the nations onward , in battle for the right . I look'd across the waters , but clouds rose thick THE SPIRIT MINE . 13 A Word of appeal to our ...
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... graves . Yet that form of mercy still Hovers o'er the exile host ; Ah , what cares her bosom thrill ! Ah , what prayers her spirit fill ! Shall these new - born babes be lost ? Nay , she cannot leave them so , Orphans on the mighty deep ...
... graves . Yet that form of mercy still Hovers o'er the exile host ; Ah , what cares her bosom thrill ! Ah , what prayers her spirit fill ! Shall these new - born babes be lost ? Nay , she cannot leave them so , Orphans on the mighty deep ...
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... no hope for millions cometh till they slumber in the grave ; There , accursed by his traffic , e'en " the white man is a slave ! " True , his limbs are free , unshackled , but THE SPIRIT MINE . 41 The Land of Slaves E B P.
... no hope for millions cometh till they slumber in the grave ; There , accursed by his traffic , e'en " the white man is a slave ! " True , his limbs are free , unshackled , but THE SPIRIT MINE . 41 The Land of Slaves E B P.
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alliance holy amaranthine angel banner battle beauty Beneath BISHOPSGATE blazoned blessings blood bondman brave breath bright brother Brotherhood brow Calabar calm chains CHARLES GILPIN CHARLES MACKAY Christian crowd dark death deeds deep doth E'en earth ELNATHAN eloquent England evermore fair Fcap flowers Form an alliance gaze glorious glory God's grave grief groan Hark hath heart heaven holy and sincere hope human Hurrah JAMES SHERMAN JOHN BETHUNE kind kings labour land life's light Linger not long look MARY HOWITT mercy mighty mind nations Neath never night noble o'er peace poor Post 8vo prayer pride race rest round scorn shine slave Slavery smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet sword teach tears tell thee thine Thou hast thought throne toil tread truth Tusculum unto voice War-spirit wave wild WILLIAM PENN wings worship
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Page 177 - 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. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Page 167 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 167 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Page 18 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations...
Page 178 - 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 19 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns ; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage ; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns.
Page 168 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 167 - Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Page 83 - Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs...
Page 90 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place ; A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.