Minna Raymond : Or, Self-sacrifice: A Tale for the Young

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Routledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1864 - 278 pages
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Page 181 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm.
Page 29 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 167 - Never indeed was any man more contented with doing his duty in that state of life to which it had pleased God to call him.
Page 19 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Page 72 - In that mansion used to be Free-hearted Hospitality; His great fires up the chimney roared; The stranger feasted at his board; But, like the skeleton at the feast, That warning timepiece never ceased, — "Forever — never! Never — forever!
Page 179 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 45 - To love the voice of waters, and the sheen Of silver fountains leaping to the sea ; To thrill with the rich melody of birds, Living their life of music ; to be glad In the gay sunshine, reverent in the storm; To see a beauty in the stirring leaf, And find calm thoughts beneath the whispering tree To see, and hear, and breathe the evidence Of God's deep wisdom in the natural world...
Page 11 - How the lone paths retrace where thou wert playing So late, along the mountains, at my side ? And I, in joyous pride, By every place of flowers my course delaying Wove, e'en as pearls, the lilies round thy hair, Beholding thee so fair! " And oh ! the home whence thy bright smile hath parted, Will it not seem as if the sunny day Turned from its door away ? While through its chambers wandering, weary-hearted.
Page 83 - Sure they of many blessings Should scatter blessings round, As laden boughs in Autumn fling Their ripe fruits to the ground. And the best love man can offer To the God of love, be sure, Is kindness to His little ones, And bounty to His poor.
Page 181 - What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

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