Annals of the Early Settlers Association of Cuyahoga County, Volume 2

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Page 454 - That life was happy ; every day he gave Thanks for the fair existence that was his ; For a sick fancy made him not her slave. To mock him with her phantom miseries. No chronic tortures racked his aged limb. For luxury and sloth had nourished none for him.
Page 153 - Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
Page 283 - But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, easy to be entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
Page 204 - ... that it may please thee, of thy gracious goodness, shortly to accomplish the number of thine elect, and to hasten thy kingdom ; that we, with all those that are departed in the true faith of thy holy Name, may have our perfect consummation and bliss, both in body and soul, in thy eternal and everlasting glory; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Page 429 - I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth, blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so, saith the Spirit, for they rest from their labours.
Page 222 - We have met the enemy and they are ours; two ships, two brigs, one schooner and one sloop.
Page 422 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Page 250 - With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed, To Thee my thoughts would soar : Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed, That mercy I adore. 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see ; Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain...
Page 454 - And I am glad, that he has lived thus long, And glad, that he has gone to his reward ; Nor deem, that kindly nature did him wrong, Softly to disengage the vital cord. When his weak hand grew palsied, and his eye Dark with the mists of age, it was his time to die.
Page 151 - No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears, No gem, that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears, Nor the bright stars, which night's blue arch Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre, as the tear that breaks, For others' woe, down Virtue's manly cheeks SECTION II.

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