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Сторінка 354 - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: 18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Сторінка 110 - In her utmost lightness there is truth — and often she speaks lightly ; And she has a grace in being gay, which even mournful souls approve ; For the root of some grave earnest thought is understruck so rightly, As to justify the foliage and the waving flowers above.
Сторінка 315 - WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Сторінка 97 - I came to the place of my birth, and I said, " the friends of my youth, where are they ?" — and an echo answered,
Сторінка 34 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Сторінка 118 - I WILL not shut me from my kind, And, lest I stiffen into stone, I will not eat my heart alone, Nor feed with sighs a passing wind : What profit lies in barren faith, And vacant yearning, tho' with might To scale the heaven's highest height, Or dive below the wells of Death?
Сторінка 74 - The Lord bless thee and keep thee, The Lord make his face to shine upon thee and be gracious unto thee, The Lord lift up the light of his countenance upon thee and give thee peace ! — Num.
Сторінка 175 - For a farmer who reads and thinks, and studies and applies, nature will open the storehouse of her secrets, and point the way to a life full of dignity and beauty, and grateful and improvable leisure. LESSON XIII.