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The Mastery of Destiny

You can listen to James Allen's book The Mastery of Destiny using the player below. Click on the play button to listen online or you can download the files to your computer using the links in the download column for use on your iPod or other MP3 player. .mp3browser {width:100%} .mp3browser…
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Joy Cometh in the Morning (Poem)

Joy cometh in the morning,Oh! dry those doubting tears;'Tis e'er before the dawningThe darkest hour appears. Thinkst thou the sun has vanishedBecause 'tis out of sight?Thinkst thou that night has banishedFor aye the morning light? Oh! waken from the sadnessWhich faithlessness has wrought;How could we learn of gladnessIf not by…
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Joy Unspeakable

The common life of this twentieth century does not strike us as joyous. Probably the general life of the majority of mankind never has been joyous.We do not know how many thousand years this planet existed as the abode of "great lizards and creeping things of a low order," before…
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The Joyful Life

To be ushered into turmoil, blindly toil a few years through its fitful maze, and then go out in darkness is surely not the method of wise design. Life must mean more than this, and it does mean more. Man is the builder, and to him is given all the…
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A Song of Joy (Poem)

Happy am I as the thrushes that sing;Happy as Nature that welcomes the Spring;Glad as the flowers that drink the cool rain,For sweet joy has kissed me again and again. Happy am I every hour of the day,For I live in the woods, and bathe in the spray;My home is…
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The Joy of Life

Is it possible to witness the gambols of a lamb around its mother without feeling that it experiences a sense of joy in a remarkable degree? Its whole life appears to pulsate happiness. Under normal conditions it has joy unconsciously. It would appear that all animated beings are instinctively intended…
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Abiding Joy

Who carry music in their heartThrough dusky lane and wrangling mart,Plying their daily toil with busier feet,Because their secret souls a holier strain repeat.—Keble Serene will be our days and bright,And happy will our nature be,When love is an unerring light,And joy its own security?—Wordsworth Abiding joy! Is there such…
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True Joy (Poem)

True joy is like the reddened evening sky,For though the vivid colors fade and die,We know they leave us promise of fair day;After true joy contentment still doth stay—True joy is found in doing God's own will;Bearing His rod, hopeful and trusting still—Take it, if bliss He offers, 'twill not…
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Abiding Joy

Who carry music in their heartThrough dusky alone and wrangleing mart,plying their daily toil with busier feet,Because their secret souls a holier repeat.—John Keble Serene will be our days and bright,And happy will our nature be,When love is an unerring light,And joy its own security.—Wordsworth Abiding joy! Is there such…
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The Joy of Living

Duty and Reason of times seem hard to learn, but soften them gently with Love, and a Light will appear which shall reveal to us the true harmony of living. For wherever Truth and Reason, and Love and Duty blend, there shall we see the great Principle of Life as…
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