Memorial Services Held in the House of Representatives of the United States: Together with Remarks Presented in Eulogy of Patrick Henry Drewry, Late a Representative from Virginia

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1950 - Počet stran: 82
 

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Strana 13 - Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place In all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, Or ever Thou hadst formed the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God.
Strana 14 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strana 78 - Resolved, That the Secretary communicate these resolutions to the House of Representatives and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased. Resolved, That, as a further mark of respect to the memory of the deceased, the Senate do now adjourn until 10 o'clock ante meridian tomorrow.
Strana 67 - Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry.
Strana 14 - So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
Strana 66 - Do ye not know some spot where mortals weep no more? Some lone and pleasant dell, some valley in the west, Where, free from toil and pain, the weary soul may rest? The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, And sighed for pity as it answered —
Strana 14 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Strana 14 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Strana 67 - Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, And a voice, sweet, but sad, responded —
Strana 73 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.

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