The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. . . . He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. . . . Toiling,-rejoicing,-sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.
The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.
He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.
What discord should we bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered! Then we should govern the world, and not God. And do you think we should govern it better?
Evil is only good perverted.
And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.
The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.
Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.
The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.
Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.
The young may die, but the old must!
A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.
Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.
O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! Like the beloved John To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on!
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!
Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.
Will without power is like children playing at soldiers.
A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.
O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental, That nothing with God can be accidental.
Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room of gold!
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