Annual Report, Volume 54Printed at the Republican office, 1909 |
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apparatus Application Ashland Assistant Auditor's Report average school membership Board of Education Carondelet Carr Lane Central High School Class Class CLASS ROOM Clifton Heights color Commercial construction Corridor cost COURSE OF STUDY day schools Design District Schools Domestic Science Drawing elementary English enrollment Featherstitching FOURTH HALF-YEAR Gardenville German given grades Grammar Greek Heating Indirect Steam Industrial School instruction Kindergarten laboratory Laclede language Latin literature LOUIS PUBLIC SCHOOLS Louis Soldan Machine Manual Training material McKinley High School ment method number of teachers O'Fallon physical practical principals problems Prose Composition Public Schools reading registration Rock Spring salaries School Buildings SECOND HALF-YEAR selected sight reading SIXTH HALF-YEAR Spanish Special School stationery Steam Plenum student Sumner High Superintendent Supervisor supplies Surface Plate syntax TABLE Teachers College term THIRD HALF-YEAR tion Tools Total Number Vacation Schools Walnut Park Yeatman High School
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Página 34 - And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 67 - They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: " This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait. With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave admiral, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone? " The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! Sail on! Sail on, and on!
Página 33 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only ; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power ; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Página 25 - LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Página 65 - Can find nothing his own deed produced not, must everywhere trace The results of his past summer-prime, — so, each ray of thy will, Every flash of thy passion and prowess, long over, shall thrill Thy whole people, the countless, with ardour, till they too give forth A like cheer to their sons, who in turn, fill the South and the North With the radiance thy deed was the germ of.
Página 25 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
Página 33 - The darts of anguish fix not where the seat Of suffering hath been thoroughly fortified By acquiescence in the Will supreme For time and for eternity; by faith, Faith absolute in God, including hope, And the defence that lies in boundless love Of His perfections ; with habitual dread Of aught unworthily conceived, endured Impatiently, ill-done, or left undone, To the dishonour of His holy name.
Página 34 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark...
Página 25 - O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile ! JOHN HENRY NEWMAN.
Página 32 - I feel the mighty current sweep me on, Yet know not whither. Man foretells afar The courses of the stars; the very hour He knows when they shall darken, or grow bright; Yet doth the eclipse of sorrow and of death Come unforewarned.