Step by Step: A Story of High Ideals

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G.W. Dillingham, 1906 - 336 pages
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Page 67 - There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Page 250 - Thou shalt not defraud thy neighbour, neither rob him: the wages of him that is hired shall not abide with thee all night until the morning.
Page 41 - Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return; the Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Page 78 - His saints securely dwell ; That hand which bears all nature up Shall guard his children well. 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind ? Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved, Unchanged from day to day : I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away.
Page 78 - O, why should anxious thought Press down your weary mind ? Come, seek your Heavenly Father's face, And peace and gladness find.
Page 80 - That is good, as far as it goes, but it doesn't go far enough.
Page 262 - Richmond, and for many years resided in that city. In personal appearance Mr. Monroe was tall and well-formed, being over six feet in stature, with light complexion and blue eyes. He possessed no striking intellectual characteristics, but exhibited an honesty of purpose that could not fail to win the admiration and respect of all who personally knew him. Slow of thought and unimaginative, he yet in a measure compensated for this lack by diligence and industry. He was a close student, but lacked the...
Page 90 - Chant found himself looking down into the face of one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He...
Page 36 - My father died when I was eight years old, and my mother " — with a pathetic quiver of his round chin —
Page 218 - Wellington, laying a detaining hand upon his arm as he was about to rise. " I heard Mr. Sherburne just come in. I would like you two to meet.

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