The three questions: What am I? Whence came I? Whither do I go? By the author of 'The mirage of life'.


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Page 26 - Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live. Since then, with few associates, in remote And silent woods I wander, far from those My former partners of the peopled scene ; With few associates, and not wishing more.
Page 7 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 161 - God, who will render to every man according to his deeds ; to them who, by patient continuance in well doing seek for glory and honor and immortality, eternal life; but unto them that are contentious, and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness indignation and wrath. Tribulation and anguish, upon every soul of man that doeth evil, of the Jew first, and also of the Gentile.
Page 142 - Seventy weeks are determined upon thy people, and upon thy holy city, to finish the transgression, and to make an end of sins, and to make reconciliation for iniquity, and to bring in everlasting righteousness, and to seal up the vision and prophecy, and to anoint the Most Holy.
Page 6 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Page 156 - I have thought — I am a creature of a day, passing through life, as an arrow through the air. I am a spirit, come from God, and returning to God : just hovering over the great gulf; till a few moments hence, I am no more seen ! I drop into an unchangeable eternity ! I want to know one thing, the way to heaven : how to land safe on that happy shore.
Page 100 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 15 - She guides the young, with innocence, In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. 5 According as her labours rise, So her rewards increase ; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.
Page 7 - To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Page 8 - Most wondrous book ! bright candle of the Lord ! Star of eternity! the only star By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely!

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