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Page 1130 - A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing —sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Page 642 - ... for the ultimate peace of the world and for the liberation of its peoples, the German peoples included: for the rights of nations great and small and the privilege of men everywhere to choose their way of life and of obedience. The world must be made safe for democracy.
Page 1130 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 795 - He hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat: Oh be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! Be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free ! While God is marching...
Page 795 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him, be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. " In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 1081 - He recommended to us the books which enabled us to form sane ideas at the outset. It was a helping hand at a critical time, and we shall always be grateful.
Page 1130 - AM I a king, that I should call my own This splendid ebon throne ? Or by what reason, or what right divine, Can I proclaim it mine ? Only, perhaps, by right divine of song It may to me belong ; Only because the spreading chestnut tree Of old was sung by me.
Page 795 - I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 1126 - We cannot take the word of the present rulers of Germany as a guarantee of anything that is to endure, unless explicitly supported by such conclusive evidence of the will and purpose of the German people themselves as the other peoples of the world would be justified in accepting.
Page 1130 - This chair, made from the wood of the spreading chestnut-tree, is presented as An expression of grateful regard and veneration by The children of Cambridge, Who with their friends join in best wishes and congratulations on This Anniversary. February 27, 1879.