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Page 13 - From tired joy and grief afar, And nearer Thee, — Father, where Thine own children are, I love to be. My prayer, some daily good to do To Thine, for Thee; An offering pure of Love, whereto God leadeth me.
Page 11 - Brave Britain, blest America! Unite your battle-plan; Victorious, all who live it, — The love for God and man. Boston Herald, Sunday, May 15, 1898 CHRIST MY REFUGE ER waiting harpstrings of the mind There sweeps a strain, Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind The power of pain, And wake a white-winged angel throng Of thoughts, illumed By faith, and breathed in raptured song, With love perfumed.
Page 14 - SHEPHERD, show me how to go O'er the hillside steep, How to gather, how to sow, — How to feed Thy sheep; I will listen for Thy voice, Lest my footsteps stray; I will follow and rejoice All the rugged way.
Page 2 - Much as the chisel of the sculptor's art "Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart." Ah, who can fathom thee! Ambitious man, Like a trained falcon in the Gallic van, Guided and led, can never reach to thee With all the strength of weakness — vanity! Great as thou art, and paralleled by none, Admired by all, still art thou drear and lone! The moon looks down upon thine exiled height; The stars, so cold, so glitteringly bright, On wings of morning gladly flit away, Yield to the sun's more...