Restored, by the author of 'Son and heir'.

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Page 21 - He giveth his cheek to him that smiteth him : he is filled full with reproach. 31 For the LORD will not cast off for ever : 32 But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.
Page 93 - O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear ! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun ; • As something, loudly, in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; Thou know'st that thou hast formed me With passions wild and strong; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.
Page 21 - The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.
Page 21 - It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Page 318 - Beat, happy stars, timing with things below, Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell, Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe That seems to draw — but it shall not be so: Let all be well, be well.
Page 330 - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
Page 228 - Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give > I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Tet, O my friend, I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live; Ask me no more.
Page 94 - With passions wild and strong ; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong. "Where human weakness has come short, Or frailty stept aside, Do thou, All-Good ! for such thou art, In shades of darkness hide. Where with intention I have err'd. No other plea I have But, Thou art good; and goodness still Delighteth to forgive.
Page 224 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care...

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