The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way!
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.
As if true pride Were not also humble!
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing!
Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were.
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.
When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!
It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.
A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.
Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.
He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.
Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.
How very hard it is to be a Christian!
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
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