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" I can !" No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise again and be a man ! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast ? Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow ? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future pages white... "
The Kindergarten-primary Magazine - ˹éÒ 308
á¡éä¢â´Â - 1906
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The Bulletin, àÅèÁ·Õè 5-7

1917 - 808 ˹éÒ
...from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee...hell; Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped; To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb. My judgments...
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Proceedings of the Supreme Council of Sovereign Grand Inspectors General of ...

Scottish Rite (Masonic order). Supreme Council for the Northern Jurisdiction - 1917 - 656 ˹éÒ
...archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from they spell! Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven. Each...hell ; Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven. And so, Most Puissant, looking forward from the accomplishments of the past, we feel that to us will...
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The Medical World, àÅèÁ·Õè 30

1912 - 580 ˹éÒ
...from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past, And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee...may be forgiven: Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell, Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven. — The Commoner. Sample Statement Blanks...
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Westchester County Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 7-8

1911 - 248 ˹éÒ
...from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee...may be forgiven; Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell, Each night a start to guide thy feet to heaven. Opportunity By F. O'Neill Gallagher....
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Pacific Telephone Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 1-2

1907 - 558 ˹éÒ
...from righteous retribution's blow ? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner ? Rouse thee...may be forgiven ; Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell, Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven ! — WALTER MALONE. STATEMENT OF DEVELOPMENT...
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The Bridgemen's Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 22

1922 - 640 ˹éÒ
...righteous Retribution's blow? • Then turn from blotted archives of the past, And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee...may be forgiven; Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell, . Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven. •Copyright by Ella Malone Watson....
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Railway Conductors' Monthly, àÅèÁ·Õè 22

1905 - 1054 ˹éÒ
...from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee...may be forgiven; Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell. Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven! ALWAYS WITH YOU. SHIRLEY DE FOREST....
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Psychical Research Review, àÅèÁ·Õè 1-2

1915 - 584 ˹éÒ
...from righteous retribution's blow; Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee...spell, Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven; Each mourning gives thee wings to flee from hell. Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven. JUDGE MALONE....
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The Bridgemen's Magazine, àÅèÁ·Õè 19

1919 - 698 ˹éÒ
...from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow! Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee...thy spell; Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven I Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell ; Each night a star to guide thy feet to Heaven....
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The Temple Artisan, àÅèÁ·Õè 9-10

1908 - 550 ˹éÒ
...retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future pages white as snow. Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven! Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell, Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven. WALTER MALOR. TEMPLE HOME ASSOCIATION...
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