The talents lost--the moments run To waste--the sins of act, of thought, Ten thousand deeds of folly done, And countless virtues cherish'd not.
There is in every human heart Some not completely barren part, Where seeds of truth and love might grow, And flowers of generous virtue flow; To plan… - John Bowring
There is in every human heart Some not completely barren part, Where seeds of truth and love might grow, And flowers of generous virtue flow; To plan…
- John Bowring
A happy family is but an ealier heaven. - John Bowring
A happy family is but an ealier heaven.
In the cross of Christ I glory, - John Bowring
In the cross of Christ I glory,
In the cross of Christ I glory,Towering o'er the wrecks of time;All the light of sacred storyGathers round its head sublime. - John Bowring
In the cross of Christ I glory,Towering o'er the wrecks of time;All the light of sacred storyGathers round its head sublime.
The talents lost--the moments run To waste--the sins of act, of thought, Ten thousand deeds of folly done, And countless virtues cherish'd not. - John Bowring
Chance and change are busy ever;Man decays, and ages move;But His mercy waneth never;God is wisdom, God is love. - John Bowring
Chance and change are busy ever;Man decays, and ages move;But His mercy waneth never;God is wisdom, God is love.
Sleep is no servant of the will; it has caprices of its own; when courted most, it lingers still; when most pursued, 'tis swiftly gone. - John Bowring
Sleep is no servant of the will; it has caprices of its own; when courted most, it lingers still; when most pursued, 'tis swiftly gone.
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