Occupation: Poet Birth: December 17, 1807 Death: September 7, 1892
Rest if you must, but never quit..
At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, ….
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 ….
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you.
O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!.
We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade..
Who never wins can rarely lose, Who never climbs as rarely falls.
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 t….
His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good..
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flower….
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a mer….
All the windows of my heart I open to the day..
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well..
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'..
The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been..
No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here..
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!.
Truth should be the first lesson of the child and the last aspiration of manhood; for it has been well said that the inquiry of truth, which is the l….
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 c….
What is really momentous and all-important with us is the present, by which the future is shaped and colored..
Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew..