
Studies in Reading (Volume 6)
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ISBN10: 1150784350
ISBN13: 9781150784354
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 84
Weight: 0.37
Height: 0.17 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781150784354
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 84
Weight: 0.37
Height: 0.17 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1912. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... SOME SMALL SWEET WAY There's never a rose in all the world But makes some green spray sweeter; There's never a wind in all the sky But makes some bird-wing fleeter; There's never a star but brings to heaven Some silver radiance tender; And never a rosy cloud but helps To crown the sunset splendor; No robin but may thrill some heart, His dawn-like gladness voicing. God gives us all some small sweet way To set the world rejoicing. --Selected. I AM GLAD I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, But only to discover and to do, With cheerful heart, the work that God appoints. I will trust in Him, That He can hold His own; and I will take His will, above the work He sendeth me To be my chiefest good. The glory is not in the task, But in the doing it for Him. --Jean Ingelow. THE YEAR'S AT THE SPRING The year's at the spring, The day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hillside's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in his heaven- All's right with the world! --Robert Browning. THE SET OF THE SOUL One ship goes east, another west, By the selfsame winds that blow. 'Tis the set of the sail, and not the gale, That determines the way they go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of Fate As we voyage along through life. 'Tis the set of the soul that decides the goal, And not the calm or the strife. RlDDELL. TO-DAY So here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? Out of Eternity This new day is born; Into Eternity, At night, will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did; So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? --Thomas Carlyle. THE SCULPTOR Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy With a marble block b...