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What you can do or dream you can begin it; Boldness has genius, power and magic in it;

Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by Only engage and then the mind grows heated; Begin, and the work will be completed.

God's fingers.

As ships meet at sea, a moment together, when words of greeting must be spoken, and then away into the deep, so men meet in this world; and I think we should cross no man's path without hailing him, and, if he needs, giving him supplies.

Look not at life by that dim light Which through thy curtained window creeps. What can a soul discern that weeps? Go, share the fight, leave self behind; Give others joy, and thou shalt find, Even in affliction, peace of mind;

In weakness, heavenly might.

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SENTIMENTS FOR ALBUMS.

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He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its

Be noble in every thought

And in every deed!

May the chains of friendship formed by the links which are dropped here, serve to

cause.

heard in heaven.

unite you more closely in spirit with the Guard well thy thoughts; our thoughts are friends who have worked it. May each link be brought to a white heat in the fires of Love; and, forged on the anvils of Truth, may they be strong as iron, yet light as air; keeping you bravely to the duties of Life. And when the chain of human bondage shall be¦ broken, may they become flowers of eternal brightness in the gardens from whence cometh exceeding peace.

The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.

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We may write our names in Albums,
We may trace them in the sand;
We may chisel them in marble,
With a firm and skillful hand:
But the pages soon are sullied,
Soon each name will fade away;
Every monument will crumble,
Like all earthly hopes, decay.
But, dear friend, there is an Album,
Full of leaves of snowy white,
Where no name is ever tarnished,
But forever pure and bright.
In that Book of life, God's Album,
May your name be penned with care:
And may all who here have written,
Have their names forever there.

Every person is responsible for all the good within the scope of his abilities, and for no more, and none can tell whose sphere is the largest.

Honor is the hill which few may hope to climb;

Duty is the path that all may tread.

Greatly begin though thou have time
But for a line, be that sublime-
Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

I ask not a life for the dear one

All sunshine, as others have done,

But that life may have just enough shadow
To temper the glare of the sun.

Get thy spindle and thy distaff ready, and I everywhere am thinking

God will send thee flax.

Every one is the son of his own works.

Of thy blue eyes' sweet smile;
A sea of blue thoughts spreading
Over my heart the while.

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Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship

Honor and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honor lies.

Don't be "consistent," but be simply true.

Let your life be like a snowflake, which leaves a mark, but not a stain.

May the hinges of our Friendship never rust. Devote each day to the object then in time, and every evening will find something done.

Be great in act, as you have been in thought.

Look not mournfully into the past,-it comes not back again; wisely improve the present, it is thine; go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear, and with a manly heart.

How often is our path Crossed by some being whose bright spirit sheds

A passing gladness o'er it; but whose course
Leads down another current, never more
To blend with ours! yet far within our soul
Amidst the rushing of the busy world,
Dwells many a secret thought, which lingers
still

Around that image.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

Let me be ever the first, the truest, the near- When to the flowers so beautiful

est and dearest!

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Moderation is the silken string running

through the pearl-chain of all virtues.

The only amaranthine flower on earth
Is virtue: the only lasting treasure, truth.

Truth in the end shall shine divinely clear, But sad the darkness till those times appear.

The Father gave a name,
Back came a little blue-eyed one

(All timidly it came),
And standing at its Father's feet

It said, in low and trembling tones :
And gazing in His face
"Dear God, the name thou gavest me,
Alas! I have forgot,"

Kindly the Father looked him down
And said: Forget-me-not.

He who is firm in will moulds the world to himself.

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