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Page 165 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Page 62 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 57 - Who would not fear thee, O King of nations ? for to thee doth it appertain : forasmuch as among all the wise men of the nations, and in all their kingdoms, there is none like unto thee.
Page 57 - O WORSHIP the King, all glorious above! O gratefully sing his power and his love! Our shield and defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour, and girded with praise.
Page 45 - For me my heart, that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth his beloved sleep.
Page 37 - Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Page 196 - History of the Reformation in England and Ireland." Compiled and Edited by Charles Hastings Collette. Demy 8vo, cloth, pp.
Page 196 - Elegant cloth, 5s. The Life of Jesus. For Young People. By the Editor of " Kind Words." Profusely Illustrated with Original Engravings by J. and G. Nicholls. Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, 5s.