Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden read more
And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain!
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, That all of thee we loved and cherished Has with thy summer roses read more
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, That all of thee we loved and cherished Has with thy summer roses perished; And left, as its young beauty fled, An ashen memory in its stead.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
God gives quietness at last.
God gives quietness at last.
Method goes far to prevent trouble in business: for it makes the task easy, hinders confusion, saves abundance of time, read more
Method goes far to prevent trouble in business: for it makes the task easy, hinders confusion, saves abundance of time, and instructs those that have business depending, both what to do and what to hope.
