![]() ![]() Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. ![]() Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude. When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out. To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this. The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened. Small service is true service, while it lasts. She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. No motion has she now, no force she neither hears nor sees rolled around in earth’s diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees. Neither evil tongues, rash judgements, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall e’er prevail against us. Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future. Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be. In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind. In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn’t know what he is doing. I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea nor England! did I know till then what love I bore to thee. Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams. How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent. Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. Give all thou canst high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more. A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.Ī multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.Ī reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual all-in-all!īut an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.Ĭome forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.įill your paper with the breathings of your heart.įor by superior energies more strict affiance in each other faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.įor I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
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