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With silence only as their benediction,
God's angels come
Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb!
Topic: Affliction
Source: To my Friend on the Death of his Sister
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Again the blackbirds sings; the streams
Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers
The tassels of the maple flowers.
Topic: April
Source: The Singer (st. 20)
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They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, That all of thee we loved and cherished Has with thy summer roses perished; And left, as its young beauty fled, An ashen memory in its stead.
Topic: Bereavement
Source: None
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Method goes far to prevent trouble in business: for it makes the task easy, hinders confusion, saves abundance of time, and instructs those that have business depending, both what to do and what to hope.
Topic: Business
Source: None
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As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
Topic: Business
Source: None
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Feast of Cyril & Methodius, Missionaries to the Slavs, 869 & 885 Commemoration of Valentine, Martyr at Rome, c.269 I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin. Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings I know that God is good!
Topic: Christianity
Source: None
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Continuing a short series on forgiveness: When on my day of life the night is falling, And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown, I hear far voices out of darkness calling My feet to paths unknown, Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant Leave not its tenant when its walls decay; O Love Divine, O Helper ever-present, Be Thou my strength and stay! Be near me when all else is from me drifting; Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine, And kindly faces to my own uplifting The love that answers mine. I have but Thee, my Father! let Thy spirit Be with me then to comfort and uphold; No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit, Nor street of shining gold. Suffice it if -- my good and ill unreckoned, And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace - I find myself by hands familiar beckoned Unto my fitting place.
Topic: Christianity
Source: None
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Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;
East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease;
Sing the song of great joy that the angels began,
Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man!
Topic: Christmas
Source: Christmas Carmen (st. 3)
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The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
Topic: December
Source: Snow-Bound
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Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
Topic: Despair
Source: Snow-Bound (l. 204)
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Simply duty hath no place for fear.
Topic: Duty
Source: Tent on the Beach--Abraham Davenport (last line)
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The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine.
Topic: Earth
Source: None
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When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
Topic: Faith
Source: None
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Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants a tree, is more than all.
Topic: Knave
Source: None
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Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
With that deep voice which from the skies
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice.
God's angel, cries, Forbear!
Topic: Murder
Source: Human Sacrifice (pt. VII)
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And close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October's wood.
Topic: October
Source: Snow-Bound
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Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.
Topic: Peace
Source: None
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God gives quietness at last.
Topic: Quiet
Source: None
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Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
Topic: Regret
Source: None
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
Topic: Regret
Source: None
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Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
Topic: Resolution
Source: None
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We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old flower fields of the soul;
And, weary seeker of the best,
We come back laden from out quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.
Topic: Scripture
Source: Miriam
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Green calm below, blue quietness above.
Topic: Sky
Source: The Pennsylvania Pilgrim (st. 113)
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So let it be in God's own might
We gird us for the coming fight,
And, strong in Him whose cause is ours
In conflict with unholy powers,
We grasp the weapons he has given,--
The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.
Topic: Strength
Source: Thor Moral Warfare
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And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain!
Topic: Thanksgiving Day
Source: For an Autumn Festival
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Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West,
From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest,
When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restored,
When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before.
What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?
What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?
Topic: Thanksgiving Day
Source: The Pumpkin
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Maud Muller looked and sighed: :Ah me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!
He would dress me up in silks so fine,
And praise and toast me at his wine."
Topic: Vanity
Source: Maud Miller (l. 35)
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The smile of God is victory.
Topic: Victory
Source: None
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Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.
Topic: Work
Source: The Curse of the Charter-Breakers
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Press bravely onward!--not in vain
Your generous trust in human kind;
The good which bloodshed could not gain
Your peaceful zeal shall find.
Topic: Zeal
Source: To the Reformers of England
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