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But there are times when patience proves at fault.
God is the perfect poet.
"There's nothing great Nor small," has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.
God's prophets of the Beautiful, These Poets were.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in 't.
Hope, he called, belief In God,--work, worship . . . therefore let us pray!
Just my vengeance complete, The man sprang to his feet, Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed! So, I was afraid!
For the preacher's merit or demerit, It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer In the earthen vessel, holding treasure, But the main thing is, does it hold good measure Heaven soon sets right all other matters!
What is art But life upon the larger scale, the higher, When, graduating up in a spiral line Of still expanding and ascending gyres, It pushed toward the intense significance Of all things, hungry for the Infinite? Art's life--and where we live, we suffer and toil.
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do the best to climb, and get to him.
Progress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet.
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive; He guides me and the bird In his good time.
Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, By reiteration chiefly.
Since when was genius found respectable?
The devil's most devilish when respectable.
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me....for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
