Texas School Journal, Volume 4

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Texas Educational Journal Publishing Company, 1886 - Education
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Page 126 - The night is mother of the day, The winter of the spring, And ever upon old decay The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Thro' showers the sunbeams fall, For God, who loveth all His works Has left his Hope with all."
Page 298 - He that hath light within his own clear breast May sit in the center and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun.
Page 28 - voices took a higher range: Once more we sang, " They do not die, Nor lose their mortal sympathy, Nor change to us, altho' they change" In secret regret for a thousand weaknesses; in secret vows for nobler living, it is still the true Christmas greeting, Christ is born
Page 332 - with such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high, Comes easy to him; and though he trip and fall, lie shall not blind his soul with clay.
Page 247 - a vigorous will the servant of a tender conscience; who has learned to love beauty, whether of nature or art; to hate all vileness, and to respect others as
Page 144 - Circumstance." Two children in two neighbor villages, Playing mad pranks along the healthy leas ; Two strangers meeting at a festival; Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall; Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease; Two graves, grass-green, beside a gray church tower, Washed
Page 127 - O, they listened, looked and waited Till their hope became despair, And the sobs of low bewailing Filled the pauses of their prayer. Then up spake a Scottish maiden With her ear unto the ground, " Dinna ye hear it? dinna ye hear it? The pipes of Havelock sound
Page 127 - Round the silver domes of Lucknow Moslem, mosque and pagan shrine, Breathed the air to Britons dearest, The air of Auld Lang Syne. O'er the cruel roll of war-drums Rose that sweet and home-like strain, And the tartan clove the turban As the Goomtee cleaves the plain.
Page 366 - A general diffusion of knowledge being essential to the preservation of the liberties and rights of the people, it shall be the duty of the legislature of the state to

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