Annals of the Iowa Masonry, เล่มที่ 24,ส่วนที่ 2

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หน้า 85 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
หน้า 18 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
หน้า 221 - We will never bring disgrace to this, our city, by any act of dishonesty or cowardice, nor ever desert our suffering comrades in the ranks; we will fight for the ideals and sacred things of the city, both alone and with many...
หน้า 96 - 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.
หน้า 70 - ... so deep and still; The folded hands, the awful calm, the cheek so pale and chill; The lids that will not lift again, though we may call and call; The strange, white solitude of peace that settles over all. We know not what it means, dear, this desolate heart-pain; This dread to take our daily way and walk in it again; We know not to what other sphere the loved who leave us go, Nor why we're left to wonder still nor why we do not know.
หน้า 33 - To purchase, hold and use all such real estate and other property as may be necessary for the construction and maintenance of its railroad, and the stations and other accommodations necessary to accomplish the objects of its incorporation...
หน้า 212 - WE, The Grand Lodge of Ancient, Free and Accepted Masons of the State of North Dakota...
หน้า 86 - God is love; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens; . God is wisdom, God is love.
หน้า 65 - Masonry, by its proper hypothesis, is " a system of morality, veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols.
หน้า 268 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace! " Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.

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