Creator:
Battersby, H. S. (Hannah S.), -1887?
In the fold of a fond mother's breast,
Between the fair river that kisses its feet,
And the mountain in well-guarded rest.
Then o'er the St. Lawrence and spanning its flow,
Is Stephenson's triumph of skill,
The grand bridge that laughs at a kingdom of ice,
Which essays its stern ramparts to kill.
And there like an emerald shrined in mid stream,
Is St. Helen's bright islet of grace,
Whose trees on the river's soft waters, delight
To mirror their beautiful face.
Then hurrah! for the mountain, the islet and bridge,
And fair Montreal in their midst,
With her clear sun-lit skies, that bring blessing and health,
For few pleasanter cities exist.
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Book 64 3 John
001:001 The elder to Gaius the beloved, whom I love in truth.
001:002 Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be healthy,
even as your soul prospers.
001:003 For I rejoiced greatly, when brothers came and testified
about your truth, even as you walk in truth.
001:004 I have no greater joy than this, to hear about my children
walking in truth.
001:005 Beloved, you do a faithful work in whatever you accomplish
for those who are brothers and strangers.
001:006 They have testified about your love before the assembly.
You will do well to send them forward on their journey
in a manner worthy of God,
001:007 because for the sake of the Name they went out, taking nothing
from the Gentiles.
001:008 We therefore ought to receive such, that we may be fellow
workers for the truth.
001:009 I wrote to the assembly, but Diotrephes, who loves to be first
among them, doesn't accept what we say.
001:010 Therefore, if I come, I will call attention to his deeds
which he does, unjustly accusing us with wicked words.
SUNRISE.
Behold a miracle! the eastern sky
Is whispering of a new creation nigh,
As the fair dawn, with love-born joy and pride,
Is gently opening day's grand portals wide.
And see her rosy sisters tripping o'er
Land, sea and mountain, lake and pebbly shore,
Spreading th' entrancing tidings, near and far,
Of the sun's advent in his golden car.
And now through lustrous, glad, effulgent sheen,
God's presence manifest to man is seen,
As the majestic herald of his love
Enthrones himself in matchless pomp above.
And see, each rippling streamlet, mount and sod
Obeys the mandate sent to it from God,
To do the work to each by Heaven assigned,
And in its due performance joy to find.
With joy extatic all creation springs
To glad new life each his anthem sings