American Primary Teacher, Volume 3

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1880 - Education
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Page 226 - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
Page 53 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 152 - Great truths are greatly won. Not found by chance, Nor wafted on the breath of summer dream, But grasped in the great struggle of the soul, Hard buffeting with adverse wind and stream.
Page 23 - Beautiful faces are those that wear,— It matters little if dark or fair,— Whole-souled honesty printed there. Beautiful eyes are those that show, Like crystal panes where hearth-fires glow, Beautiful thoughts that burn below.
Page 240 - Tis better than money and rank, boys; Still cleave to the right, Be lovers of light, Be open, above board, and frank, boys!
Page 59 - Let us gather up the sunbeams Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses, Casting out the thorns and chaff; Let us find our sweetest comfort In the blessings of to-day, With a patient hand removing All the briers from the way.
Page 222 - NEVER a word is said, But it trembles in the air, And the truant voice has sped, To vibrate everywhere ; And perhaps far off in eternal years The echo may ring upon our ears. Never are kind acts done To wipe the weeping eyes, But like flashes of the sun, They signal to the skies ; And up above the angels read How we have helped the sorer need.
Page 152 - mid the blaze of regal diadems, But in the day of conflict, fear, and grief, When the strong hand of God, put forth in might, Plows up the subsoil of the stagnant heart, And brings the imprisoned truth-seed to the light. Wrung from the troubled spirit in hard hours Of weakness, solitude, perchance of pain, Truth springs, like harvest, from the well-plowed field, And the soul feels it has not wept in vain.
Page 102 - And as they burst, the living flame unfold. The pulpy acorn, ere it swells, contains The oak's vast branches in its milky veins, Each ravel'd bud, fine film, and fibre-line, Traced with nice pencil on the small design.
Page 23 - Beautiful hands are those that do Work that is earnest and brave and true, Moment by moment the long day through.

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