In Gods good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
In Gods good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
Our guards really worked hard this summer on their shooting. You can't rely on your shooting all the time, but sometimes it pays off.
O never star Was lost here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time I press Gods lamp Close to my breast its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.
He guides me and the bird. In His good time.
In due time, let him critically learn
How he lives; and, the more he gets to know
Of his own life's adaptabilities,
The more joy-giving will his life become.
Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive, what time, what circuit first, I ask not but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
A good time, was it not, my kingly days?
Rub all out, try at it a second time.
Unless God send his hail Or blinding fire balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
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