Gifts and graces, by the author of 'The rose and the lotus'.

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Page 203 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; and happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Page 237 - The book is completed, And closed, like the day ; And the hand that has written it Lays it away. Dim grow its fancies, Forgotten they lie ; Like coals in the ashes, They darken and die.
Page 102 - ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall ; Some are coming, some are going ; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Page 12 - Yes! beauty dwells in all our paths — but sorrow too is there; How oft some cloud within us dims the bright, still summer air ! When we carry our sick hearts abroad amidst the joyous things, That through the leafy places glance on manycolour'd wings. With shadows from the past we fill the happy woodland shades, And a mournful memory of the dead is with us in the glades...
Page 146 - Than that a child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts, And stirrings of inquietude, when they By tendency of nature needs must fail.
Page 75 - O rejoicing heart ! The hours are flying ; Each one some treasure takes, Each one some blossom breaks, And leaves it dying ; The chill dark night draws near, Thy sun will soon depart, And leave thee sighing ; Then mourn, rejoicing heart, The hours are flying ! Rejoice...
Page 122 - Let me propose an healing scheme, And sail along the middle stream ; For, Dick, if we could reconcile Old Aristotle with Gassendus, How many would admire our toil ! And yet how few would comprehend us...
Page 169 - All things are busy ; only I Neither bring honey with the bees, Nor flowers to make that, nor the husbandry To water these. I am no link of thy great chain, But all my company is as a weed. Lord, place me in thy concert, give one strain To my poor reed.
Page 185 - And know this, at thy returning thou wilt surely find the King With an open book before him, waiting to make reckoning. Then large honours will the faithful earnest service of one day Reap of him, but one day's folly largest penalties will pay.
Page 28 - So is it with true Christian hearts; Their mutual share in Jesus' blood An everlasting bond imparts Of holiest brotherhood: Oh! might we all our lineage prove, Give and forgive, do good and love, By soft endearments in kind strife Lightening the load of daily life...

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