Pacific Educational Journal, Volumes 3-4 (Google eBook)

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Educational Publishing Company, 1888 - Education
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Page 167 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Page 22 - Still thou turnedst, and still Beckonedst the trembler, and still Gavest the weary thy hand. If, in the paths of the world, Stones might have wounded thy feet, Toil or dejection have tried Thy spirit, of that we saw Nothing to us thou wast still Cheerful, and helpful, and firm ! Therefore to thee it was given Many to save with thyself ; And, at the end of thy day, 0 faithful shepherd ! to come, Bringing thy sheep in thy hand.
Page 27 - The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; , They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore. He bowed his head, and bent his knee Upon the monarch's silken stool; His pleading voice arose: "O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool! 'No pity, Lord, could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool: The rod must heal the sin; but, Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!
Page 162 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 21 - Havoc is made in our train! Friends, who set forth at our side, Falter, are lost in the storm. We, we only are left!
Page 22 - Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On - and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks...
Page 27 - These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end ; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend. "The ill-timed truth we might have kept Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung The word we had not sense to say Who knows how grandly It had rung.
Page 22 - Yes! I believe that there lived Others like thee in the past, Not like the men of the crowd Who all round me to-day Bluster or cringe, and make life Hideous, and arid, and vile; But souls temper'd with fire, Fervent, heroic, and good, Helpers and friends of mankind.
Page 22 - Helpers and friends of mankind. Servants of God! or sons Shall I not call you? because Not as servants ye knew Your Father's innermost mind, His, who unwillingly sees One of his little ones lost Yours is the praise, if mankind Hath not as yet in its march Fainted, and fallen, and died!

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