"I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad."
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"I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad."
"Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair."
"At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction."
"We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake."
"Get leave to work In this world,--'tis the best you get at all."
"Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?"
"Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly."
"Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart."
"For poets (bear the word) Half-poets even, are still whole democrats."
"Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely-- One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly."
"You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter?"
"Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath."
"The Holy Night We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem; The dumb kine from their fodder turning them, Softened their horned faces To almost human gazes Toward the newly Born: The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks Brought visionary looks, As yet in their astonied hearing rung The strange sweet angel-tongue: The magi of the East, in sandals worn, Knelt reverent, sweeping round, With long pale beards, their gifts upon the ground, The incense, myrrh, and gold These baby hands were impotent to hold: So let all earthlies and celestials wait Upon thy royal state. Sleep, sleep, my kingly One!"
"Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself."
"Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity."
"Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving; Unless you can die when the dream is past Oh, never call it loving!"
"A woman's always younger than a man at equal years."
"What is art but the life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?"
"Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished."
"I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me."