John Greenleaf Whittier ( 10 of 32 )
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead read more
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
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Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
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.
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old read more
We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old flower fields of the soul;
And, weary seeker of the best,
We come back laden from out quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.
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.
Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.
Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.
Simply duty hath no place for fear.
Simply duty hath no place for fear.
Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;
East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease;
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Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;
East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease;
Sing the song of great joy that the angels began,
Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man!
