Fireside Readings: A Collection of Essays, Poems and Sentences (Google eBook)

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Mennonite publishing Company, 1881 - Essays - 1 pages
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Page 105 - Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that Day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing.
Page 55 - Or vice ; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state, but rules of good : Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make...
Page 55 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Page 106 - Yet if, as holiest men have deem'd, there be A land of souls beyond that sable shore, To shame the doctrine of the Sadducee And sophists, madly vain of dubious lore ; How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labours light ! To hear each voice we fear'd to hear no more ! Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight, The Bactrian, Samian sage, and all who taught the right ! IX.
Page 55 - Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great ; Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 89 - Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The sea's faint murmur. In the open air Our myrtles...
Page 76 - Trample not on any ; there may be some work of grace there that thou knowest not of. The name of GOD may be written upon that soul thou treadest on ; it may be a soul that Christ thought so much of, as to give His precious blood for it ; therefore despise it not.
Page 81 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun; which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.
Page 52 - Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not ? for riches certainly make themselves wings ; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven.
Page 90 - Ah ! quiet dell ! dear Cot, and mount sublime ! I was constrained to quit you. Was it right, While my unnumbered brethren toiled and bled, That I should dream away the entrusted hours On rose-leaf beds, pampering the coward heart / With feelings all too delicate for use...

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