Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup read more
The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine.
Feast of Cyril & Methodius, Missionaries to the Slavs, 869 & 885 Commemoration of Valentine, Martyr at Rome, c.269 I read more
Feast of Cyril & Methodius, Missionaries to the Slavs, 869 & 885 Commemoration of Valentine, Martyr at Rome, c.269 I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin. 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!
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.
Somehow, not only for Christmas but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the read more
Somehow, not only for Christmas but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad.
