James Schoolcraft Sherman (late Vice President of the United States): Memorial Addresses Delivered at a Joint Session of the Senate and the House of Representatives of the United States February 15, 1913 and an Account of the Funeral Services in Utica, N.Y., November 2, 1912

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1913 - 136 sayfa
 

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Sayfa 22 - Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
Sayfa 51 - Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud? — Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
Sayfa 53 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Sayfa 67 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept. Were toiling upward in the night.
Sayfa 49 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time...
Sayfa 52 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Sayfa 52 - Like to the grass that's newly sprung, Or like a tale that's new begun, Or like the bird that's here today, Or like the pearled dew of May, Or like an hour, or like a span, Or like the singing of a swan — Even such is man; who lives by breath, Is here, now there, in life, and death. The grass withers, the tale is ended; The bird is flown, the dew's ascended; The hour is short, the span not long; The swan's near death; man's life is done.
Sayfa 52 - twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night...
Sayfa 78 - Resolved, That the Secretary communicate these resolutions to the House of Representatives and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased. Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to...
Sayfa 24 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.

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