The Optimist's Good MorningLittle, Brown, 1919 - 379 من الصفحات |
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Almighty Amen beauty birds brave CHARLES cheer courage darkness dear divine duties earth EDWARD EVERETT HALE ELLA WHEELER WILCOX eternal eyes face faith Father in Heaven feel flowers GEORGE GEORGE L gift give glad glory God's grace Grant hand happy hearts Heavenly Father Help HENRY HENRY VAN Dyke hope human Infinite Jesus Christ JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER labor light lives look Lord mercies morning never night OLIVER Wendell Holmes ourselves patient peace perfect PERIN PHILLIPS BROOKS praise pray Thee prayer RALPH WALDO EMERSON rejoice ROBERT BROWNING shadows shine sing smile song sorrow soul strength sunshine sweet thank Thee Thee that Thou THEODORE PARKER Thine things THOMAS CARLYLE Thou art Thou dost Thou hast Thou wilt thought Thy blessing Thy children Thy holy Thy love Thy presence Thy spirit Thyself toil trust truth voice walk WILLIAM
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الصفحة 88 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
الصفحة 109 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
الصفحة 77 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
الصفحة 341 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
الصفحة 167 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?...
الصفحة 62 - Henceforth I learn, that to obey is best, And love, with fear, the only God ; to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
الصفحة 263 - And I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth: lo, there thou hast that is thine.
الصفحة 239 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power • Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
الصفحة 315 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
الصفحة 213 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!