Scientific Temperance Journal, Niteet 19–21

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Temperance Education Foundation, 1909
 

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Sivu 58 - With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed : And the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Sivu 52 - Certainly, it is heaven upon earth, to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in providence, and turn upon the poles of truth.
Sivu 128 - The use of intoxicants by employes while on duty is prohibited. Their habitual use, or the frequenting of places where they are sold, is sufficient cause for dismissal.
Sivu 26 - tis clear if we refuse The means so limited, the tools so rude To execute our purpose, life will fleet, And we shall fade, and leave our task undone.
Sivu 54 - Away out yonder I see a star — Silvery star with a tinkling song; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling — Calling and tinkling the night along. In through the window a moonbeam comes — Little gold moonbeam with misty wings; All silently creeping, it asks : " Is he sleeping — Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings ? " Up from the sea there floats the sob Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore, As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning — Bemoaning the ship that shall...
Sivu 11 - Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast, Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner?
Sivu 76 - Since no denial word was said, In came the nose, In came the head; As sure as sermon follows text, The long and scraggy neck came next; And then, as falls the threatening storm, In leaped the whole ungainly form. Aghast the owner gazed around, And on the rude...
Sivu 11 - Wail not for precious chances passed away, Weep not for golden ages on the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day, At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb: My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say, "I can.
Sivu 130 - Physic and blister, powder and pill, Bound to conquer, and sure to kill !" in. Mrs. Rogers lay in her bed, Bandaged and blistered from foot to head ; Bandaged and blistered from head to toe. Mrs. Rogers was very low. Bottle and saucer, spoon and cup, On the table stood bravely up...

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