Janita's cross, by the author of 'St. Olave's'.1864 |
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Side 178 - The storm is changed into a calm At his command and will, So that the waves which raged before, Now quiet are and still. " Then are they glad—because at rest, And quiet now they be; So to the haven he them brings, Which they desire to see.
Side 223 - faith that out of all sorrow we may rise to a nobler life, that never a cherished desire is dropped, a long-sought good given up at God's bidding, but the soul grows holier, the character more sublime.
Side 234 - growth of character. It matters little what may be our duties, our pleasures, our cares, so only we grow by them. We live well, not by doing
Side 31 - tired, child. You must have something to eat, and then go to bed.
Side 40 - The great tide of sleep came slowly up, burying thought after thought,