Jessie Grey; Or, The Discipline of Life. A Canadian Tale

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Campbell & Son, 1870 - 112 Seiten
 

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Seite 107 - REMEMBER now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them...
Seite 19 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?" Art thou a man ?— -a patriot ?— look around ; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home...
Seite 27 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Seite 107 - And we know that to them that love God all things work together for good, even to them that are called according to his purpose.
Seite 104 - Ah, brother! only I and thou Are left of all that circle now, — The dear home faces whereupon That fitful firelight paled and shone. Henceforward, listen as we will, The voices of that hearth are still; Look where we may, the wide earth o'er, Those lighted faces smile no more.
Seite 19 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his softened looks benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend; Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life!
Seite 102 - Verily, I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter therein.
Seite 45 - To the land o' the leal. Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean, This warld's care is vain, Jean ; We'll meet and aye be fain In the land o
Seite 104 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own!
Seite 1 - O little hands! that, weak or strong, Have still to serve or rule so long, Have still so long to give or ask; I, who so much with book and pen Have toiled among my fellow-men, Am weary, thinking of your task.

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