We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.
The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?
Youth means love, Vows can't change nature, priests are only men.
What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.
Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?
Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop.
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed, So shall they be fulfilled.
Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
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