Star canto: star speaks light, and world to world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ--the one great word Well worth all languages in earth or heaven.
The truth is perilous never to the true, Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool, And to the false, error and truth alike, Error is worse than ignorance.
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an empty eye. I would this world were over. I am tired.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.
The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
As the master so the valet.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.
Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else Comes on the mind with the like shock as though Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.
The goodness of the heart is shown in deeds Of peacefulness and kindness. Hand and heart Are one thing with the good, as thou should'st be. Do my words trouble thee? then treasure them, Pain overgot gives peace, as death doth Heaven. All things that speak of Heaven speak of peace.
Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
Thou art a woman, And that is saying the best and worst of thee.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
Death is another life.
I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.
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