Memorial Addresses on the Life and Character of Lewis V. Bogy, (a Senator from Missouri,): Delivered in the Senate, January 16, 1878, and in the House of Representatives, January 23, 1878

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U.S. Government Printing Office, 1878 - 97 pages
 

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Page 19 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 80 - When death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes.
Page 45 - Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of the deceased the Senate do now adjourn.
Page 52 - You are more alone," they tell us, "Every year; "You can win no new affection, "You have only recollection, "Deeper sorrow and dejection, "Every year." The shores of life are shifting, Every year; And we are seaward drifting, Every year; Old places, changing, fret us, The living more forget us, There are fewer to regret us, Every year. But the truer life draws nigher, Every year; And its...
Page 84 - I must work the works of Him that sent Me while it is day, for the night cometh when no man can work d ." Two doctrines, both of them distinctly Christian, throw their guardian shadows over the lesson.
Page 88 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Page 52 - The shores of life are shifting, Every year; And we are seaward drifting, Every year; Old places, changing, fret us, The living more forget us, There are fewer to regret us, Every year. But the truer life draws nigher, Every year; And its Morning star climbs higher, Every year; Earth's hold on us grows slighter, And the heavy burden lighter, And the Dawn Immortal brighter, Every year.
Page 12 - Thou art the nurse of Virtue ; in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
Page 50 - Where storms are hush'd — where tempests never rage — Where angry skies and blackening seas no more With gusty strength their roaring warfare wage. By thee its peaceful margent shall be trod — Thy home is heaven, and thy friend is God.
Page 12 - Unmixed with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup. Thou art the nurse of Virtue. In thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born...

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