The Story of My Life, Or, The Sunshine and Shadow of Seventy YearsA.D. Worthington & Company, 1897 - 730 pages |
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Page 139 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 666 - So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife, loveth himself; for no man ever yet hated his own flesh, but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church ; for we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.
Page 544 - Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars...
Page 140 - So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
Page 730 - I have finished my day's work ' ; but I cannot say : ' I have finished my life.' My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley ; it is a thoroughfare. It closes in the twilight to open with the dawn.
Page 610 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 667 - Let your women keep silence in the churches : for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under obedience, as also saith the law.
Page 140 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.
Page 389 - ... to bless them that curse us, to do good to them that hate us, and to pray for them that despitefully use us and persecute us...
Page 620 - The most forcible part of my Reply is on that head : read it attentively. I think that, of all sections of mankind, the clergy are those to whom, not only for their own sakes, but for the sake of the community, marriage should be most commended. Why, sir...