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It leads to death a wreck-strewn sea, dashing white up the black cliffs, and bubbling cries, rising above the tempest's roar and the surges' boom, as, one by one, the swimmers sink to darkness through the foam! Nay, for us, sailors over life's seas, sailors into eternity's dimness, the lie wears its Father's likeness.
Delancy said, "No; the quiet of Ivy Cliff will yield more pleasure than the excitement of travel." And all felt this to be true. AFTER the storm. Alas! that there should be a wreck-strewn shore so soon!
Marriage peal and funeral knell, chimes and tolling, clash of summons and measured stroke, dying noises from a dead past swelling and sinking, sinking and swelling, like falling and failing surf on a wreck-strewn beach.
But the Master's voice comes over the sea, 'Let down your nets for a draught for Me. And He stands in our midst, On our wreck-strewn strand. And sweet and loving is His command. His loving word is to each, to all. And wherever that loving word is heard, There hang the nets of the royal Word. Trust to the nets, and not to your skill; Trust to the royal Master's will.
With one short, desperate prayer he closed his eyes and clung with the grip of the dying to the shattered spar. It was all over in a moment. A roar like a thousand thunders, a stunning blow impossible to imagine, and then a broad, wreck-strewn expanse, amid which those few poor atoms of humanity showed but as black dots for a moment, soon to be sucked beneath the seething waves.
The backward path was black and wreck-strewn; it led where? "Aunt Doris has told me of of my mother! You and I owe my mother " here Joan choked and Thornton burst in: "But is it right and decent that this imposition should be put upon innocent people? That girl may turn out to be " But Joan was not heeding. She paused and looked at the unfinished but perfect work upon the loom!
Within the bleak walls, from which the stucco had peeled in splotches, the life of the city had ebbed and flowed for almost half a century, like some deep wreck-strewn current which bore the seeds of the future as well as the driftwood of the past on its bosom.
I keep feeling it was all so peaceful, that was it. I've been wondering ever since what it was, and that was it peaceful; The quiet people, The old church steeple; The sandy reaches Of wreck-strewn beaches " "Who made that up?" said Sammy suspiciously. "I did," Beth answered offhand. "At least I didn't make it up, it just came to me. When I make it up it'll most likely be quite different.
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