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Page 282 - Thus her compassion Woman shows, Beneath the line her acts are these ; Nor the wide waste of Lapland snows, Can her warm flow of 'pity freeze: — From some sad land the stranger comes, Where joys, like ours, are never found ; Let's soothe him in our happy homes, Where Freedom sits, with plenty crowned. "'Tis good the fainting soul to cheer, To see the famished stranger fed ; To milk for him the mother-deer, To smooth for him the furry bed. The Powers above our Lapland bless With good no other people...
Page 93 - ... descended: Was heard thus idly to complain: "My brief existence now is ended! Outcast alike of earth and sky, Useless to live, unknown to die!" It chanced to fall into the sea, And there an open shell received it; And after years how rich was he Who from its prison-house released it!
Page 25 - ... one of the finest men it has ever been my good fortune to associate with.
Page 162 - ... million of the poor when the poor shall arise in their might and their right to claim as their own the riches which their labours have accumulated. In whose hands are those riches now ? For answer let them look to the words which are written in the very heart of their seething, starving London, over the portico of the Royal Exchange, ' The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof.