Wayside Thoughts: Original and Selected Lines in Prose and Poetry for Daily ContemplationMagnet Press, 1904 - 143 strani |
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Stran 71 - I am old and blind! Men point at me as smitten by God's frown ; Afflicted and deserted of my kind ; Yet I am not cast down. I am weak, yet strong ; I murmur not that I no longer see ; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, Father supreme ! to thee.
Stran 141 - WHEN winds are raging o'er the upper ocean, And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down, beneath the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.
Stran 125 - It isn't the thing you do, dear. It's the thing you leave undone, Which gives you a bit of a heart-ache At the setting of the sun.
Stran 163 - If you have a friend worth loving. Love him. Yes, and let him know That you love him, ere life's evening Tinge his brow with sunset glow. Why should good words ne'er be said Of a friend — till he is dead?
Stran 141 - Purest ! There is a temple, sacred evermore, And all the babble of life's angry voices Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door.
Stran 61 - God's great universe thou art today; Can He not reach thee with His tender care? Can He not hear me when for thee I pray?