Life of W. J. McGee: Distinguished Geologist, Ethnologist, Anthropologist, Hydrologist, Etc

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Priv. print., 1915 - 240 pages
 

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Page 91 - Westward the course of empire takes its way; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Page 25 - MY days are gliding swiftly by ; And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, — Those hours of toil and danger. For, oh ! we stand on Jordan's strand ; Our friends are passing over ; And, just before, the shining shore We may almost discover.
Page 24 - Let every lamp be burning. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing ; That perfect rest naught can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each chord on earth to sever ; Our King says come, and there's our home, Forever, O forever ! CHORUS.
Page 205 - Let me now take a more comprehensive view and warn you in the most solemn manner against the baneful effects of the spirit of party generally.
Page 71 - Soil Erosion," published as a bulletin of the Bureau of Soils in the United States Department of Agriculture, is a complete and graphic refutation — if such were really needed — of this contention. His last work, completed less than a month before his death, and also...
Page 126 - The poison, however, had left its mark upon him. The skin rotted and fell off until it left the bones and sinews bare, with a horrible smell. The wound was in the wrist, and the poison had reached as far as the shoulder when he was cured. The skin on all this fell off.
Page 198 - We, the people of the United States, do ordain and establish this Constitution.
Page 205 - The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by the spirit of revenge, natural to party dissension, which in different ages and countries has perpetrated the most horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism.
Page 42 - Mix'd with dross the purest gold ; Seek we then for heavenly treasures, — Treasures never waxing old. Let our best affections centre On the things around the throne : There no thief can ever enter ; Moth and rust are there unknown. 2 Earthly joys no longer please us ; Here would we renounce them all ; Seek our only rest in Jesus, — Him our Lord and Master call.
Page 24 - Strand. 8s & 7s. (Trio, 83.) days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, — Those hours of toil and danger.

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