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Page 125 - I went by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding ; and, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, and nettles had covered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken down.
Page 89 - The bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest In lark and nightingale we see What honour hath humility. " When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus' feet ; And Lydia's gently-opened heart Was made for God's own temple meet.
Page 114 - Some murmur, when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue. And some with thankful love are filled, If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night.
Page 7 - THERE is a Book, who runs may read, Which heavenly Truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that Book, to show How God Himself is found.
Page 227 - I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God ; So shall I walk aright.
Page 21 - All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told.
Page 227 - THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest.
Page 94 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ! Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ! Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Page 223 - his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.