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Give me neither poverty nor riches . with food convenient for me : lest I be full and
deny thee ; and say , who is the Lord ? or lest I be poor , and steal ; and take the
name of my God in vain . ” Feed me BLAIR . tress . cree . SECTION XV . a Plan ...
Give me neither poverty nor riches . with food convenient for me : lest I be full and
deny thee ; and say , who is the Lord ? or lest I be poor , and steal ; and take the
name of my God in vain . ” Feed me BLAIR . tress . cree . SECTION XV . a Plan ...
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Página 269 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 251 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Página 102 - As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.
Página 265 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends , — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Página 211 - Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Página 293 - Cease then, nor order imperfection name: Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee. Submit, in this, or any other sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear : Safe in the hand of one Disposing Power, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
Página ii - In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States, entitled, " An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned ;" and also to an act, entitled, " An Act supplementary to an act, entitled,' An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned...
Página 280 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Página 289 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Página 281 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...