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Page 88 - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Page 21 - In regal halls ! — the shades o'erhang their way, The vale, with its deep fountains, is their choice, And gentle hearts rejoice Around their steps ! — till silently they die, As a stream shrinks from summer's burning eye.
Page 10 - Celebration. 1 HERE we meet with joy together, 'Neath the shade of leafy trees, While the branches make sweet music Rustling in the summer breeze. 2 Filled with love, each heart rejoices, Breathing forth the secret prayer ; While young children's sweet-toned voices Float upon the balmy air. 3 Hour of gladness, scene of beauty ! Radiant all around, above ; Speaking to the soul of duty, Hope, and faith, and heavenly love. 4 Every bosom beats with gladness ; Brightly beams each glancing eye ; Banish...
Page 11 - Day of happiness and pleasure, Ne'er wilt thou forgotten be ; But 'mid memory's choicest treasure, We will guard and cherish thee. 303. The Song of Angdi. Hark ! what means those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo ! th...