Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
Simply duty hath no place for fear.
Simply duty hath no place for fear.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been!".
Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
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Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
With that deep voice which from the skies
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice.
God's angel, cries, Forbear!
With silence only as their benediction,
God's angels come
Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
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With silence only as their benediction,
God's angels come
Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb!
And close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October's wood.
And close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October's wood.
