Lucinda Hinsdale Stone: her life story and reminiscence (Google eBook)

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The Blinn publishing company, 1902 - Feminists - 369 pages
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Page 357 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea...
Page 89 - Let me live in a house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I.
Page 198 - Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness...
Page 212 - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord !
Page 354 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Should'st lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will ; remember not past years.
Page 12 - I believe in one God, and no more ; and I hope for happiness beyond this life. I believe in the equality of man ; and I believe .that religious duties consist in doing justice, loving mercy, and endeavoring to make our fellow-creatures happy.
Page 355 - Tis an earthen jar, whose lid Allah sealed, the while it hid That treasure of his treasury, A mind that loved him; let it lie! Let the shard be earth's once more, Since the gold shines in his store!
Page 142 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 357 - And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 130 - Dig channels for the streams of Love, Where they may broadly run ; And Love has overflowing streams To fill them every one.

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