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Page 2 - THE SEA The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 115 - It is good neither to eat flesh nor to drink wine, nor anything whereby thy brother stumbleth or is offended or is made weak.
Page 11 - Let us not therefore judge one another any more : but judge this rather, that no man put a stumblingblock or an occasion to fall in his brother's way.
Page 115 - Wherefore, if meat make my brother to offend, I will eat no flesh while the world standeth, lest I make my brother to offend.
Page 116 - To send him from her bedside prayer." Then stole we softly up above, And knelt by Mary, child of love ; " Perhaps for her 'twould better be,
Page 98 - I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
Page 2 - ... ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 37 - ... foe. The great curse of our country and our race must be destroyed. Meantime, the tramp, tramp, tramp sounds on, — the tramp of sixty thousand yearly victims. Some are besotted and stupid, some are wild with hilarity and dance along the dusty way, some reel along in pitiful weakness, some wreak their mad and murderous impulses on one another, or on the helpless women and children whose destinies are united to theirs, some stop in wayside debaucheries and infamies for a moment, some go bound...
Page 116 - I looked at John's old garments worn I thought of all that John had borne Of proverty, and work, and care, Which I, though willing, could not share ; I thought of seven mouths to feed, Of seven little children's need, And then of this, — " Come, John," said I, " We'll choose among them as they lie Asleep ;