Elizabeth Gilbert and Her Work for the Blind

Macmillan and Company, 1887 - 307 ˹


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˹ 90 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
˹ 294 - BE thou content ; be still before His face, at whose right hand doth reign Fulness of joy for evermore, Without whom all thy toil is vain. He is thy living spring, thy sun, whose rays Make glad with life and light thy dreary days. Be thou content.
˹ 294 - Be not o'er-mastered by thy pain, But cling to God, thou shalt not fall; The floods sweep over thee in vain, Thou yet shalt rise above them all; For when thy trial seems too hard to bear Lo! God, thy King, hath granted all thy prayer.
˹ 294 - In Him is comfort, light, and grace, And changeless love beyond our thought; The sorest pang, the worst disgrace, If He is there, shall harm thee not. He can lift off thy cross, and loose thy bands, And calm thy fears, nay, death is in His hands.
˹ 10 - Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are Born. Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight. Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night. We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro...
˹ 291 - He maketh my feet like harts' feet, and setteth me up on high. 34 He teacheth mine hands to fight, and mine arms shall break even a bow of steel. 35 Thou hast given me the defence of thy salvation; thy right hand also shall hold me up, and thy loving correction shall make me great.
˹ 294 - Or art thou friendless and alone ? Hast none in whom thou canst confide ? God careth for thee, lonely one, Comfort and help will He provide ; He sees thy sorrows and thy hidden grief, He knoweth when to send thee quick relief.
˹ 296 - What we have won with pains we hold more fast ; What tarrieth long is sweeter at the last. Be thou content. Lay not to heart whate'er of ill Thy foes may falsely speak of thee ; Let man defame thee as he will, God hears and judges righteously. Why shouldst thou fear, if God be on thy side, Man's cruel anger, or malicious pride ? Be thou content We know for us a rest remains, When God will give us sweet release From earth and all our mortal chains, And turn our sufferings into peace. Sooner or later...
˹ 294 - God careth for thee, lonely one, Comfort and help will He provide. He sees thy sorrows and thy hidden grief, He knoweth when to send thee quick relief ; Be thou content. Thy heart's unspoken pain He knows, Thy secret sighs He hears full well, What to none else thou dar'st disclose, To Him thou mayst with boldness tell ; He is not far away, but ever nigh, And answereth willingly the poor man's cry. Be thou content.
˹ 123 - The miracles of the second and third century are, usually, healing the sick, and casting out evil spirits, miracles in which there is room for some error and deception. We hear nothing of causing the blind to see, the lame to walk, the deaf to hear, the lepers to be cleansed...