Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.
God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.
Simple duty hath no place for fear.
Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.
And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong!
I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight.
Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.
Romance is always young.
We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But dim or clear, we own in Him The life, the truth, the way.
Small leisure have the poor for grief.
And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.
What does the good ship bear so well? The cocoa-nut with its stony shell, And the milky sap of its inner cell.
When earth as if on evil dreams Looks back upon her wars, And the white light of Christ outstreams From the red disc of Mars, His fame, who led the stormy van Of battle, well may cease; But never that which crowns the man Whose victory was peace.
Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.
A bending staff I would not break, A feeble faith I would not shake, Nor even rashly pluck away The error which some truth may stay, Whose loss might leave the soul without A shield against the shafts of doubt.
Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful. On the other hand, there are faces which the multitude, at first glance, pronounce homely, unattractive and such as "Nature fashions by the gross," which I always recognize with a warm heart-thrill. Not for the world would I have one feature changed; they please me as they are; they are hallowed by kind memories, and are beautiful through their associations.
The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.
I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be, The first low wash of waves where soon Shall roll a human sea.
Life's sunniest hours are not without The shadow of some lingering doubt-- Amid its brightest joys will steal Spectres of evil yet to feel-- Its warmest love is blent with fears, Its confidence a trembling one-- Its smile--the harbinger of tears-- Its hope--the change of April's sun! A weary lot--in mercy given, To fit the chastened soul for heaven.
Despair is infidelity and death.
Around the mighty master came The marvels which his pencil wrought, Those miracles of power whose fame Is wide as human thought.
God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late, They touch the shining hills of day; The evil cannot brook delay, The good can well afford to wait, Give ermined knaves their hour of crime; Yet have the future grand and great, The safe appeal of Truth to Time!
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.
And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad.
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