The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God.
There are women to whom nature has granted the gift of silent emotion. They have mobile faces, changeful eyes, soft lips, which express joy or desola… - Sarah Doudney
There are women to whom nature has granted the gift of silent emotion. They have mobile faces, changeful eyes, soft lips, which express joy or desola…
- Sarah Doudney
Father, show me how to praise Thee When I seek Thy courts to-day; Guide me by Thy love, and raise me -- Let me feel the words I say. Bless me on this… - Sarah Doudney
Father, show me how to praise Thee When I seek Thy courts to-day; Guide me by Thy love, and raise me -- Let me feel the words I say. Bless me on this…
The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scor… - Sarah Doudney
The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scor…
The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings a… - Sarah Doudney
The pure, the beautiful, the bright, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth, The longings a…
If you set out to do a good deed, you may do a hundred small kindnesses on the way. - Sarah Doudney
If you set out to do a good deed, you may do a hundred small kindnesses on the way.
But the waiting time, my brothers, Is the hardest time of all. - Sarah Doudney
But the waiting time, my brothers, Is the hardest time of all.
Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part. - Sarah Doudney
Goodbye, kind year, we walk no more together. But here in quiet happiness we part.
Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest le… - Sarah Doudney
Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest le…
And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, The mill cannot grind With the water that is past. - Sarah Doudney
And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.
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