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Página 860 - ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! •£•»- From which none ever wakes to weep, A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes.
Página 863 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now so you must be, Prepare for death and follow me.
Página 720 - Through all the wonderful, eventful centuries since Christ's time — and long before that — God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand straining, leveling tempests and floods ; but he cannot save them from fools, — only Uncle Sam can do that.
Página 860 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 798 - Of this fair land : thy golden rootlets sup Her sands of gold — of gold thy petals spun. Her golden glory, thou! on hills and plains, Lifting, exultant, every kingly cup Brimmed with the golden vintage of the sun.
Página 809 - University ; and the funds accruing from the rents or sale of such lands, or from any other source...
Página 720 - Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed — chased and hunted down as long as run or a dollar could be got out of their bark hides, branching horns or magnificent bole backbones.
Página 562 - For fourteen years I have not had a day's real health; I have wakened sick and gone to bed weary; and I have done my work unflinchingly. I have written in bed, and written out of it, written in hemorrhages, written in sickness, written torn by coughing, written when my head swam for weakness ; and for so long it seems to me I have won my wager and recovered my glove.