Letters and Miscellanies in Prose, Rhyme, and Blank Verse

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Moore, Anderson, Wilstach & Keep, 1853 - 278 pages

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Page 91 - O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, An
Page 191 - Speak gently to the erring ones . We yet may lead them back, With holy words, and tones of love, From misery's thorny track. Forget not, thou hast often sinned, And sinful yet mayst be ; Deal gently with the erring heart, As God hath dealt with thee.
Page 168 - CLEAR THE WAY. MEN of thought ! be up, and stirring Night and day : Sow the seed — withdraw the curtain — CLEAR THE WAY! Men of action, aid and cheer them, As ye may ! There's a fount about to stream, There's a light about to beam, There's a warmth about to glow, There's a flower about to blow ; There's a midnight blackness changing Into gray; Men of thought and men of action, CLEAR THE WAY...
Page 191 - Think gently of the erring; Oh, do not thou forget, However darkly stained by sin, He is thy brother yet! Heir of the self-same heritage! Child of the self-same God! He hath but stumbled in the path Thou hast in weakness trod. Speak gently to the erring; For is it not enough That innocence and peace...
Page 235 - A nameless man, amid a crowd that thronged the daily mart, Let fall a word of hope and love, unstudied, from the heart ; A whisper on the tumult thrown — a transitory breath — It raised a brother from the dust ; it saved a soul from death. O germ! O fount! O word of love! O thought at random cast! Ye were but little at the first, but mighty at the last.
Page 168 - Once the welcome light has broken, who shall say What the unimagined glories of the day ? What the evil that shall perish in its ray ? Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper; aid it, type; Aid it, for the hour is ripe; And our earnest must not slacken into play. Men of thought and men of action, clear the way!
Page 20 - ... their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Page 76 - It is to live within The marts of Pleasure and of Gain, yet be No willing worshiper at either shrine ; To think, and speak, and act, not for my pleasure, But others'.
Page 191 - Think gently of the erring; Ye know not of the power With which the dark temptation came, In some unguarded hour; Ye may not know how earnestly They struggled, or how well, Until the hour of weakness came And sadly thus they fell.

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