Sequel to Annals of Fifty Years: A History of Abbot Academy. Andover, Mass., 1879-1892Warren F. Draper, 1897 - 187 pages |
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Page 55 - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
Page x - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her cunning. Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, If I remember thee not ; If I prefer not Jerusalem Above my chief joy.
Page 62 - Still, still with Thee ! As to each new-born morning A fresh and solemn splendor still is given, So doth this blessed consciousness, awaking, Breathe, each day, nearness unto Thee and heaven. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer ; Sweet the repose beneath thy wings o'ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.
Page 62 - STILL, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh and the shadows flee ; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight, Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with the'e ! Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows, The solemn hush of nature newly born ; Alone with thee in breathless adoration, In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.
Page 162 - And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house ; and it fell : and great was the fall of it. 28 And it came to pass when Jesus had ended these sayings, the people were astonished at his doctrine. 29 For he taught them as one having authority, and not as the scribes.
Page 5 - He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; — Himself is his own dungeon.
Page 50 - Methinks it is a token of healthy and gentle characteristics, when women of high thoughts and accomplishments love to sew ; especially as they are never more at home with their own hearts than while so occupied.
Page 139 - Let it be our hope to make a gentleman of every youth who is put under our charge, not a conventional gentleman but a man of culture, a man of intellectual resource, a man of public spirit, a man of refinement, with that good taste which is the conscience of the mind and that conscience which is the good taste of the soul.
Page 134 - I have ever known in my own long life, it could be said that none knew her but to love her, none named her but to praise.
Page 155 - And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows ? XLIII If Sleep and Death be truly one, And every spirit's folded bloom Thro...