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Page 62 - This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above; And, if we did our duty, it might be full of love.
Page 44 - In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The Angels with us unawares. And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death ! Shall light thy dark up like a star, A Beacon kindling from afar Our light of love, and fainting faith. Thro...
Page xxiii - O wheels! Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark; And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark.
Page 67 - To those who walk beside them, great men seem Mere common earth ; but distance makes them stars. As dying limbs do lengthen out in death, So grows the stature of their after-fame ; And then we gather up their glorious words, And treasure up their names with loving care.
Page xxiv - Then he went to straw-plaiting, — as. toilsome, and, perhaps, more unwholesome than factorywork. Without exercise, in a marshy district, the plaiters were constantly having racking attacks of ague. The boy had the disease for three years, ending with tertian ague.
Page 88 - Through all the long, dark night of years The people's cry ascendeth, And earth is wet with blood and tears ; But our meek sufferance endeth ! The few shall not forever sway, The many moil in sorrow : The powers of hell are strong to-day, But Christ shall rise to-morrow.
Page 193 - In my ears the Syren river Sings, and smiles up in my face ; But, for ever and for ever, Runs from my embrace.
Page 154 - tis coming! » Fraternity ! love's other name! Dear heaven-connecting link of being! Then shall we grasp thy golden dream, As souls full-statured grow far-seeing! Thou shall unfold our better part, And in our life-cup yield more honey! Light up with joy the poor man's heart, And love's own world with smiles more sunny. 'Tis coming! yes, 'tis coming!
Page xxv - Jews sweat down sovereigns, by hustling them in a bag to get gold-dust out of them, so is the poor man's child hustled and sweated down in this bag of society to get wealth out of it ; and even as the impress of .the Queen is effaced by the Jewish process, so is the image of God worn from heart and brow, and day by day the child recedes devilward.