There was once a little girl who was very, very poor. Her father and mother had died, and at last she had no little room to stay in, and no little bed to sleep in, and nothing more to eat except one piece of bread. So she said a prayer, put on ... Read more of THE STAR DOLLARS at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Glorified Art Thou, O Lord My God! I Yield Thee
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The Life After Death
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Praised Be Thou, O Lord My God! I Implore Thee
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39: O Offspring Of Dust! Be Not Content With The Ease Of A Passing Day






O OFFSPRING OF DUST! Be not content with the ease of a passing day, and
deprive not thyself of everlasting rest. Barter not the garden of eternal
delight for the dust-heap of a mortal world. Up from thy prison ascend
unto the glorious meads above, and from thy mortal cage wing thy flight
unto the paradise of the Placeless.





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