Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
God gives quietness at last.
God gives quietness at last.
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; Who sows a field, or trains read more
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 than all.
Press bravely onward!--not in vain
Your generous trust in human kind;
The good which bloodshed could not read more
Press bravely onward!--not in vain
Your generous trust in human kind;
The good which bloodshed could not gain
Your peaceful zeal shall find.
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!
Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
