The Freemason's Monthly Magazine, Volum 27

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Tuttle & Dennett, 1868
 

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Side 106 - A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
Side 107 - For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not anything, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion forever in any thing that is done under the sun.
Side 106 - For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
Side 26 - According to the grace of God which is given unto me, as a wise masterbuilder, I have laid the foundation, and another buildeth thereon. But let every man take heed how he buildeth thereupon. For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.
Side 106 - I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living : I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
Side 106 - For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas ; And the floods compassed me about : All thy billows and thy waves passed over me. Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight ; Yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
Side 63 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Side 63 - No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.
Side 108 - REMEMBER now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them...
Side 160 - The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...

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