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And marble cities crown the laughing lands, And pillared temples rise thy name to bless. O'er Judah's land thy thunders broke, O ...

We scatter seeds with careless hand, And dream we ne'er shall see them more; But for a thousand years Their fruit appears, In we ...

The thought was small; its issue great; a watch-fire on the hill, It shed its radiance far adown, and cheers the valley still! A ...

This would I be, and would none other be, But a religious servant of my God; And know there is none other God but he. And willin ...

No day that is gone was shadowless, No night was without its star; But mingled bitter and sweet hath been The portion of his cup ...

The sacrament of love. Anon at the font he meets once more The tremulous youthful pair, With a white-robed cherub crowing respon ...

No more among the elders, but went out From the great congregation girt about With sackcloth, and with ashes on his head, Making ...

Of his transgression smote him, Nathan tore Himself away: "O friend beloved, no more Worthy am I to touch thee, for I came, Foul ...

Judge not; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, In God's pure ligh ...

O ye wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell Your neebor's fauts and folly:— Wha ...

Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames, Tied up in godly laces, Before ye gie poor Frailty names, Suppose a change o' cases; A dear-lo ...

But lay thy hand in his on bridal day, And swear to cling to him with wifely love And tender reverence. Trust him who led A sist ...

Once they were little children. And perhaps their unstained feet Were led by a gentle mother Toward the golden street; Therefore ...

And sneer not at the weakness Which made a brother fall, For the hand that lifts the fallen, God loves the best of all! And pray ...

EMILY DICKINSON. * DALLYING WITH TEMPTATION. FROM THE FIRST PART OF "WALLENSTEIN," ACT III. SC. 4. Wallenstein (in soliloquy ...

Easy as told in Arabian tale, To free from his jar the evil sprite Till he rises like smoke to stupendous size,— But O, nevermor ...

The Spartan rogue who, boldly bent on fraud, Dared ask the god to sanction and applaud, And sought for counsel at the Pythian sh ...

All pains, all aches, are stones and arrows hurled At bold offenders in this nether world! From them no crested cock acceptance ...

Does the road wind up hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night ...

I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see; Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand And follow Thee. Joy is like restle ...