Memorial Addresses on the Life and Character of J. William Stokes (late a Representative from South Carolina), Delivered in the House of Representatives and Senate, Fifty-seventh Congress, First Session

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1902 - 93 էջ

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Էջ 88 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Էջ 45 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things. But who shall so forecast the years And find in loss a gain to match ? Or reach a hand thro...
Էջ 88 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou...
Էջ 87 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Էջ 60 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Էջ 29 - His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Էջ 59 - There is no death! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer showers To golden grain or mellow fruit Or rainbow-tinted flowers. The granite rocks disorganize To feed the hungry moss they bear; The forest leaves drink daily life From out the viewless air. There is no death!
Էջ 56 - tis to pity and be pitied; Let gentleness my strong enforcement be : In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.
Էջ 65 - And ever near us, though unseen, The dear immortal spirits tread; For all the boundless universe Is Life — there are no dead!
Էջ 7 - Resolved, That as a particular mark of respect to the memory of the deceased, and in recognition of his eminent abilities as a distinguished public servant, the House, at the conclusion of these memorial proceedings, shall stand adjourned.

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