The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth. I bless the rising sun each day, and, as before, my heart sings to meet it, but now I love even more its setting, its long slanting rays and the soft tender gentle memories that come... The Joy of Ministry - Page 113by Thomas W., III Currie - 2008 - 136 pagesLimited preview - About this book
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...I love even more its setting, its long slanting rays and the soft tender gentle memories that oome with them, the dear images from the whole of my long...rapture, my mind glowing and my heart weeping with joy. Friends and teachers, I have heard more than once, and of late one may hear it more often, that... | |
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...gradually into quiet tender joy. The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth. I bless the rising sun each day and, as before, my...rapture, my mind glowing and my heart weeping with joy. Friends and teachers, I have heard more than once, and of late one may hear it more often, that... | |
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...gradually into quiet tender joy. The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth. I bless the rising sun each day and, as before, my...rapture, my mind glowing and my heart weeping with joy. Recollections of Father Zossima's youth before he became a monk. The duel I spent a long time,... | |
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...gradually into quiet, tender joy. The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth. I bless the rising sun each day, and, as before, my...rapture, my mind glowing and my heart weeping with joy. Friends and teachers, I have heard more than once, and of late one may hear it more often, that... | |
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