But once I pass this way, And then—no more. But once—and then, the Silent Doo… Swings on its hinges,— Opens... closes,—

Time beats out all things with his… Things great, things small. With steady strokes that never fai… With slow, sure strokes of his iro… Time beats out all.

I;— Thou;— We;— They;— Small words, but mighty.

Say once again Thy sweet “I will!… In answer to my prayers. “Lord, if Thou wilt!”— —“I will! Rise up above thy cares!”

When the Bells of Ys rang softly,… Soft—and sweet—and low, Not a sound was heard in the old g… As the silvery tones came floating… But life stood still with uncovere…

Our feet have wandered, wandered f… His mercy endureth for ever! From that strait path in which the… His mercy endureth for ever! Low have we fallen from our high e…

(As earnestly as any I crave the victory of Right over this madness of Insensate Might against which we are contending. As certainly as any I would, if that were conceivably poss...

(THE PLEA OF THE MUNI… “Rattle and clatter and clank and… And it’s long and long the day is. From earliest morn to late at nigh… And all night long, the selfsame s…

Though the times be dark and drear… Though the way be long, Keep your spirits bright and cheer… —'Bide a wee, and dinna weary!’ Is a heartsome song.

Though every nerve be strained To fine accomplishment, Full oft the life fall spent Before the prize is gained. And, in our discontent

Out of all the reek and turmoil Of the dreadful battle-plain, Came a voice insistent, calling, Calling, calling, but in vain;— “Through Me only

Is your place a small place? Tend it with care!— He set you there. Is your place a large place? Guard it with care!—

centered(A Warning) “Am I my brother’s keeper?” Yes, of a truth! Thine asking is thine answer. That self-condemning cry of Cain

By William Arthur Dunkerley (Joh… "‘See this my garden, Large and fair!’" —Thus, to his friend, The Philosopher.

The wind blows shrill along the hi… —Black is the night and cold— The sky hangs low with its weight… And the drifts are deep on the wol… But what care I for wind or snow?