 | Howard Copeland Hill, Rollo La Verne Lyman - 1924 - 564 strani
...trust, When the morning calls us to life and light, But our hearts grow weary, and, ere the night, Our lives are trailing the sordid dust. We hope, we...pray, And we think that we mount the air on wings _ Beyond the recall of sensual things, While our feet still cling to the heavy clay. Wings for the... | |
 | 1902 - 690 strani
...night, Our hearts are trailing the sordid dust. We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we pray And we think we mount the air on wings. Beyond the recall of sensual...the heavy clay. Wings for the angels, but feet for the men; We may borrow the wings to find the way. We may hope and aspire and resolve and pray. But... | |
 | 1913 - 624 strani
...we trust, When the morning calls us to life and light, But our hearts grow weary, and ere the night Our lives are trailing the sordid dust. We hope, we...the heavy clay. Wings for the angels, but feet for the man ! We may borrow the wings to find the way — We may hope and resolve, and aspire and pray... | |
 | M. Kienholz - 1999 - 334 strani
...had been dealt to the defense had been played. The Goes had lost the game. 74 CHAPTER 6 Chicken Hawks We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray And we think...things, While our feet still cling to the heavy clay. — Josiah Gilbert Holland, "Gradatim" On 17 August 1992, a lieutenant from the Clyde Hill Police Department... | |
 | 1914 - 812 strani
...we trust, When the morning calls us to life and light, But our hearts grow weary, and ere the night Our lives are trailing the sordid dust. We hope, we...the heavy clay. Wings for the angels, but feet for the man! We may borrow the wings to find the way — We may hope and resolve, and aspire and pray;... | |
 | 1896 - 854 strani
...we trust When the morning calls us to life and light: But our hearts grow weary, and. ere the night, Our lives are trailing the sordid dust. We hope, we...we think that we mount the air on wings Beyond the reach of sensu?! things. While our feet still cling to the heavy clay. Wings for the angels, but feet... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - 1888 - 790 strani
...we trust, When the morning calls us to life and light, But our hearts grow weary, and, ere the night Our lives are trailing the sordid dust. We hope, we resolve, we a«pire, we pray, And we think that we mount the air on wings Beyond the recall of sensual things,... | |
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... neath our feet ; By what we have mastered of good and gain ; By the pride deposed, and the passion slain, And the vanquished ills that we hourly meet. We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust, When the morning calls us to life and light ; But our... 
