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Página 384 - LINCOLN. Nature, they say, doth dote And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating- us by rote: For him her Old-World molds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in strength of God, and true.
Página 112 - these things to be grandly true That a noble deed is a step toward God— Lifting the soul from the common sod To a purer air and a broader view.' We rise by things that are under our feet, By what we have mastered
Página 252 - love and romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God he lives, and he lives forever! A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten
Página 110 - I the Lord will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not, I will help thee."—Isaiah xli, 13. Build a little fence of trust Around to-day; Fill the space with loving work, And therein stay; , Look not through the sheltering bars Upon to-morrow, God will help thee bear what comes Of joy or sorrow. —Mary Frances Butts. (2.) " Whosoever shall give to drink unto one
Página 28 - Old Glory! say, who, By the ships and the crew, . And the long, blended ranks of the Gray and the Blue— Who gave you Old Glory, the name that you bear With such pride everywhere, As you cast yourself free to the rapturous air, And leap out full length, as we're wanting you
Página 384 - molds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in strength of God, and true.
Página 385 - to the north; lean a little more to the south?' No; you would hold your breath as well as your tongue, and keep your hands off until he was safe over. The Government are carrying an immense weight. Untold treasures are in their hands. They are doing the very best they can. Don't badger them. Keep silence, and we'll get you safe across.
Página 384 - Tis splendid to live so grandly, That long after you are gone, The things you did are remembered, And recounted under the sun; To live so bravely and purely, That a nation stops on its way, And once a year, with banner and drum, Keeps its thought of your natal day. —Margaret E.
Página 16 - to play ball nor row nor sail nor ride nor skate nor fish nor shoot, probably he will be sedentary to the end of his days. In all pedagogy the great thing is to strike the iron while hot and to seize the wave of the
Página 28 - Glory—say, who— Who gave you the name of Old Glory? The old banner lifted and faltering then In vague lisps and whispers fell silent again. Old Glory: the story we're wanting to hear Is what the plain facts of your christening were— For your name—just to hear it Repeat it, and cheer it, 's a tang to the spirit