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In the midst of sunny waters, lo!… Staggers, bruised and torn and wou… One that drifted from its moorings… On the deck our noble Pilot, in t… Lies in woe-impelling silence, dea…
Always at sea I think about the d… On barques invisible they seem to… The self-same course; and from the… Then I recall old words that they… And see their faces etched upon th…
When you launch your bark for sail… On the sea of life, O youth! Clothe your heart and soul and spi… In the blessèd garb of Truth. Guard your every word and action:
Don’t look for the flaws as you go… And even when you find them, It is wise and kind to be somewhat… And look for the virtue behind the… For the cloudiest night has a hint…
All love that has not friendship f… Is like a mansion built upon the s… Though brave its walls as any in t… And its tall turrets lift their he… Though skillful and accomplished a…
The flowers have tender little sou… That love, rejoice, aspire. Each star that on its orbit rolls Feels infinite desire. The diamond longs to scintillate
We are the army stevedores, lusty… We are given the hardest work of t… We handle the heavy boxes, and sho… While soldiers and sailors work in… But somebody has to do this work,…
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine… As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe. I saw a prize, “Run,” cried my fr…
We met at night in the season’s hight… Mid revel and mirth and song. I looked in your eye with a mute,… As you elbowed your way through th…
We have scores of temperance men, Bold and earnest, brave and true, Fighting with the tongue and pen, And we value what they do. But, my friends,
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed w… Sets its white seal upon some wors… Poor human nature for a little spa… Must suffer anguish, when that las… Leaves such long silence; but let…
Like some schoolmaster, kind in be… Who hears the children crying o’er… And calling, “Help me, master!” y… Since in his silence and refusal l… Their self-development, so God ab…
Once in the world’s first prime, When nothing lived or stirred, Nothing but new-born Time, Nor was there even a bird— The Silence spoke to a Star,
Let there be many windows to your… That all the glory of the universe May beautify it. Not the narrow p… Of one poor creed can catch the ra… That shine from countless sources.…
We cannot choose our sorrows. One… Who, reverent of soul, and strong… Cried, ‘God, though Thou shouldst… Yet will I praise thy everlasting… Beggared, my faith would never hal…