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Printed at the Office of the Freemason's Magazine, 1899
 

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Page 47 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 41 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on, o'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone, and with the morn those angel faces smile, which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
Page 47 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Saviour ! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove ; Oh, bear me safe above, A ransomed soul ! 772.
Page 143 - I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan : very pleasant hast thou been unto me : thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
Page 5 - Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?
Page 387 - Proceedings of the supreme council of sovereign grand inspectors-general of the thirty-third and last degree, ancient accepted Scottish rite, for the northern masonic jurisdiction of the United States of America, at its grand east, in annual session, held at Boston, Mass.
Page 4 - Prince of Libanus; 23. Chief of the Tabernacle; 24. Prince of the Tabernacle ; 25. Knight of the Brazen Serpent ; 26. Prince of Mercy ; 27.
Page 161 - Every year, To the past go more dead faces Every year, As the loved leave vacant places, Every year; Everywhere the sad eyes meet us, In the evening's dusk they greet us, And to come to them entreat us, Every year, "You are growing old...
Page 47 - I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within ; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin.

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