Annals of Old Home Week (Google eBook)

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Clarke, 1901 - Pittsfield (N.H.) - 120 pages
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Page 73 - Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget lest we forget!
Page 15 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, Home, sweet, sweet Home! There's no place like Home!
Page 39 - With no incurious eye ; and books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age ; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will...
Page 108 - In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened...
Page 97 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Page 95 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Page 12 - But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an Evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry.
Page 94 - Many a man lives a burden to the earth ; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Page 18 - MY heavenly home is bright and fair: Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glittering towers the sun outshine; That heavenly mansion shall be mine.
Page 15 - Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Like the love of a mother Surpassing all other, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.

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