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Page 43 - The world is still deceived with ornament. In law what plea so tainted and corrupt, But being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it. and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament ? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Page 79 - ... life, life cannot see, Darts onward to eternity! While vacant hours of beauty roll Their magic o'er some yielded soul, Ah ! little do the happy guess, The sum of human wretchedness ; Or dream, amid the soft farewell That Time of them is taking, How frequent moans the funeral knell, What noble hearts are breaking, While myriads to their tombs descend, Without a mourner, creed, or friend!
Page 79 - A moment is a mighty thing, Beyond the soul's imagining; For in it, though we trace it not, How much there crowds of varied lot! How much of life, life cannot see, Darts onward to eternity!
Page 61 - Is there not A mood of glory, when the mind attuned To heaven, can out of dreams create her worlds ?Oh ! none are so absorb'd, as not to feel Sweet thoughts like music coming o'er the mind : When prayer, the purest incense of a soul, Hath risen to the throne of heaven, the heart Is mellow'd, and the shadows that becloud Our state of darken'd being, glide away ; The Heavens are open'd ! and the eye of Faith Looks in, and hath a fearful glimpse of God...
Page 80 - How hardly shall a rich man enter into the kingdom of heaven...
Page 61 - The calm of thought, the melody of mind ! When prayer, the purest incense of a soul, Hath risen to the throne of heaven, the heart Is mellow'd, and the shadows that becloud Our state of darken'd being, glide away ; The Heavens are open'd ! and the eye of Faith Looks in, and hath a fearful glimpse of God ! HAPPINESS OF HUMBLE LIFE.