Memorial Addresses on the Life and Character of Lewis F. Watson: A Representative from Pennsylvania, Delivered in the House of Representatives and in the Senate, Fifty-first Congress, Second Session ...
U.S. Government Printing Office, 1891 - 60 pages
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Page 33 - For the Son of man is as a man taking a far journey, who left his house, and gave authority to his servants, and to every man his work, and commanded the porter to watch. Watch ye therefore : for ye know not when the master of the house cometh, at even, or at midnight, or at the cockcrowing, or in the morning: lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping. And what I say unto you I say unto all, Watch.
Page 46 - Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's when she feels For the first time her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke! Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm! Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet-song, and dance, and wine!
Page 33 - But of that day and that hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels which are in heaven, neither the Son, but the Father.
Page 47 - Thy sunken eye's unearthly light To him is welcome as the sight Of sky and stars to prisoned men ; Thy grasp is welcome as the hand Of brother in a foreign land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world-seeking Genoese When the land-wind, from woods of palm And orange-groves and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas.
Page 46 - Come to the mother, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath ; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet song and dance and wine, — And thou art terrible ; the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.
Page 51 - Representatives and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased. Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of the deceased the Senate do now adjourn.
Page 49 - CRUMP, late a member of the House of Representatives from the State of Michigan.
Page 49 - That a select joint committee, consisting of seven members of the House and three members of the Senate, be appointed to take order for superintending the funeral, and to escort the remains of the deceased to...
Page 50 - Clerk read as follows : Resolved, That as an additional mark of respect to the memory of CHARLES SUMNER, long a Senator from Massachusetts, and in sympathy with the action of the Senate...
Page 30 - Every year. Life is a count of losses, Every year; For the weak are heavier crosses, Every year; Lost springs with sobs replying, Unto Weary Autumn's sighing, While those we love are dying, Every year. The days have less of gladness, Every year; The nights more weight of sadness, Every year; Fair springs no longer charm us, The winds and weather harm us, The threats of death alarm us, Every year.