Into the Light, Or, The Jewess

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Lee and Shepard, 1899 - Children's stories - 322 pages
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Page 308 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Page 53 - Then said they unto Him, What shall we do, that we might work the works of God ? Jesus answered and said unto them, This is the work of God, that ye believe on Him Whom He hath sent.
Page 157 - Let your conversation be without covetousness ; and be content with such things as ye have : for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. 6 So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me.
Page 125 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 282 - Let nothing be done through strife or vain -glory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.
Page 174 - Oval cheeks encolored faintly, Which a trail of golden hair Keeps from fading off to air: And a forehead fair and saintly, Which two blue eyes undershine, Like meek prayers before a shrine. Face and figure of a child, — Though too calm, you think, and tender, For the childhood you would lend her.
Page 82 - Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 114 - The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply ; And greet, from all their holy heights, The Day-Spring from on high. 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. 5 " Glory to God ! " the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring, " Peace to the earth, good-will to men. From heaven's eternal King...
Page 248 - Who can fear Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me, love me, love me —toll The silver iterance ! — only minding, Dear, To love me also in silence with thy soul.
Page 313 - For something that abode endued With temple-like repose, an air Of life's kind purposes pursued With order'd freedom sweet and fair. A tent pitch'd in a world not right It seem'd, whose inmates, every one, On tranquil faces bore the light Of duties beautifully done, And humbly, though they had few peers, Kept their own laws, which seem'd to be The fair sum of six thousand years

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