Memorial Services Held in the House of Representatives of the United States: Together with Remarks Presented in Eulogy of James Wheaton Mott, Late a Representative from Oregon

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1948 - 75 pÓgines
 

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PÓgina 14 - Tennyson timidly, yet impressively, warbles, in mourning the death of his beloved friend: — " 0, 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; * Lam.
PÓgina 70 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join : The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
PÓgina 15 - In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
PÓgina 14 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
PÓgina 15 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own! We sped the time with stories old, Wrought puzzles out, and riddles told, Or stammered from our school-book lore "The chief of Gambia's golden shore.
PÓgina 14 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LVI 'So careful of the type?
PÓgina 53 - Resolved, That the Sergeant at Arms of the House be authorized and directed to take such steps as may be necessary for carrying out the provisions of these resolutions, and that the necessary expenses in connection therewith be paid out of the contingent fund of the House. Resolved, That the Clerk communicate these resolutions to the Senate and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased.
PÓgina 34 - The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.
PÓgina 69 - 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!
PÓgina 70 - Resolved, That the Senate has heard with profound sorrow the announcement of the death of Hon.

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