The American Missionary, Volume 68

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American Missionary Association, 1914 - Congregational churches
Vols. 13-62 include abridged annual reports and proceedings of the annual meetings of the American Missionary Association, 1869-1908; v. 38-62 include abridged annual reports of the Society's Executive committee, 1883/84-1907/1908.
 

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Page 415 - Samuel, and of the prophets: who through faith subdued kingdoms, wrought righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, waxed valiant in fight, turned to flight the armies of the aliens.
Page 606 - Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a grain of wheat fall into the earth and die, it abideth by itself alone ; but if it die, it beareth much fruit.
Page 152 - But when the hour of trouble comes to the mind or to the body — and seldom may it visit your Leddyship — and when the hour of death comes, that comes to high and low...
Page 373 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 587 - How the winters are drifting, like flakes of snow, And the summers, like buds between ; And the year in the sheaf — so they come and they go, On the river's breast, with its ebb and flow, As it glides in the shadow and sheen.
Page 587 - With a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme, And a boundless sweep and a surge sublime, As it blends with the Ocean of Years. How the Winters are drifting, like flakes of snow, And the Summers like buds between, And the year in the sheaf; so they come and they go, On the river's breast, with its ebb and flow, As it glides in the shadow and sheen.
Page 373 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the...
Page 80 - For if there be first a willing mind, it is accepted according to that a man hath, and not according to that he hath not.
Page 622 - You have faith, and I have works." Show me your faith without your works, and I will show you my faith by my works.
Page 725 - scum o' the earth." II You Pole with the child on your knee, What dower bring you to the land of the free? Hark ! does she croon That sad little tune That Chopin once found on his Polish lea And mounted in gold for you and for me? Now a ragged young fiddler answers In wild Czech melody That Dvorak took whole from the dancers. And the heavy faces bloom In the wonderful Slavic way; The little, dull eyes, the brows a-gloom, Suddenly dawn like the day. While, watching these folk and their mystery, I...

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