Pennsylvania School Journal, àÅèÁ·Õè 52

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Pennsylvania State Education Association, 1903
 

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˹éÒ 172 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones know.
˹éÒ 17 - It's no in titles nor in rank ; It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank, To purchase peace and rest ; It's no in making muckle, mair : It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest...
˹éÒ 326 - The meaning of Song goes deep. Who is there that, in logical words, can express the effect music has on us? A kind of inarticulate unfathomable speech, which leads us to the edge of the Infinite, and lets us for moments gaze into that!
˹éÒ 68 - They give to all, who will faithfully use them, the society, the spiritual presence of the best and greatest of our race. No matter how poor I am.
˹éÒ 378 - The greatest man is he who chooses the Right with invincible resolution; who resists the sorest temptations from within and without ; who bears the heaviest burdens cheerfully ; who is calmest in storms, and most fearless under menace and frowns ; whose reliance on truth, on virtue, on God, is most unfaltering.
˹éÒ 30 - The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we give, but what we share, ! For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
˹éÒ 285 - For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
˹éÒ 385 - There shall be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not filled his days: for the child shall die an hundred years old; but the sinner being an hundred years old shall be accursed.
˹éÒ 39 - On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
˹éÒ 220 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.

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