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Wealth and commercial capital are completely swamped by these obedient servants of the priests. The obedience of faith exactly describes the human faculty as it showed itself in St. Paul himself at his conversion.

Paul's Epistle to the Romans, Vol. I" by Charles Gore. But the writer of this Epistle, like Philo, describes it as the man's own personal obedience to a Divine call. He unlocked the letter-case obediently and took out the little aluminum case. We must draw the sword, and prove to these insurgents that they owe obedience and respect to their sovereign. I therefore, in obedience to thy will, Have now recourse unto the healing art, In hopes of help from my physician's skill: Thy blessing, Lord!

But you desired it, therefore I obey. Your slightest, as your utmost, wish or will, Whether it please you to caress or slay, It would please me to give obedience still. All things from nothing to their Sov'reign Lord Obedient rose at his commanding word. Fair in his eye the whole creation stood; He saw the building, and pronounc'd it good. When all God's Children shall the skies ascend, And all the slaves of sin be thrust below; What bitterness of soul must those attend, Who to their Lord did no obedience show?

Zoe was the delight of all, Obedient to each friendly call, From all she honour won; But her the mother most caresst, And fondly shew'd to every guest, The guardian of her son! And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.

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What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,. And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it. And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,. The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.

I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,. I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself,. They do not know how immortal, but I know. Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female,. For me those that have been boys and that love women,. For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,. For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the mothers of mothers,. For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,.

For me children and the begetters of children. I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,.


And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away. I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand. The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill,.

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The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,. I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen. The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders,. The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,.

The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls,. The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,. The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd,. The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes,. What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and give birth to babes,.

Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections with convex lips,. I mind them or the show or resonance of them—I come and I depart. The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready,. The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon,. The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,. I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other,.

I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy,. And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps.

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Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,. Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee,. In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,. The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,. My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.

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The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me,. You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle. I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl,. Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders,. On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant beard and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand,.

The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside,. I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile,. Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak,. And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him,. And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness,.

And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles;. Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly;. Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome. She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,.