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THE
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Y' L E C L ' '
O A K L A N'
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C A L I F O RNI A
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li tt le ree d of mi ne nor st ay
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Despairing t ha t no s tren gt h be fou n d
In thee
The majes ty of so und
To w eakling ins tru men ts al w ay
Ha th been d enied Ye t sho u l d s t t h ou play
Thy slen d er n ot e mi ds t chor d s profou n d
An d i t ring t r u e i t shall be bo u n d
A n d carrie d o n a royal way
Low are t he tw i tterings of da w n
The heral d s shy of warbling ho u rs
An d tinies t bl oo ms de w gemme d are born
Abo ut the fee t of stat ely fl o w ers
Life need s m u s t have of all som e nee d '
Then pipe t hee clear an d t ru e my ree d
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— M aud W yma n
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Be sa t isfied with not hing bu t yo u r best
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— E R Sill
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Aspire break bounds ' I say
Endeavor t o be goo d and be tter s till
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—Brow n i ng
An d bes t '
I t is a comely fashion t o be glad
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he
grace
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say
to
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—J e an Ingel o w
I find earth n ot gray bu t rosy
Heaven no t grim bu t fai r of h u e
Do I s t oop ? I pl uck a posy
D o I stand and stare ? Al l 3 bl u e
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—Bro wn i ng
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I t is bot h pleasan t and w ise to have a large ac
uain
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to
kno
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ife
broadly
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a
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bes
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but
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our in tima t e friends can never in the natu re of t hings
be many We may kno w a hos t o f in t eresting peo
ple b ut we can really li v e wi t h but a fe w And i t is
th ese few and fai thful ones w hose names I see in th e
dying ligh t of t he ol d year and t he fain t gleams o f the
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new
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— H a mi l t o n
Wright M ab i e
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TO
TH E
M O TH E R
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Dear near and t ru e
no t ru er Time himself
Can make yo u though he make you e v erm o re
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Dearer and nearer
— Tenn ys o n
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If t hou art bles t
Then let the sunsh ine of t hy gladness res t
On the dark edges of each clou d tha t lies
Black in thy brother s skies
If tho u art sad
S t ill be thou in thy brother s gladness glad
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—A E
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H am i l to n
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One w h o ne ver tu rne d his back b ut marche d breas t
fo rward
Never doub te d clo u ds w o u ld break '
Ne v er d reame d tho u gh righ t were w orsted wrong
w ou l d t rium ph '
Hel d w e fall t o rise are ba ffl e d to figh t be tt er
— B row n ing
Sleep t o w ake
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Vanity makes us wish t o be s u peri o r to others
moral aspira tion t o be superior to o u rsel v es
—Hen ry W a rd Beech er
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Stay at home in yo u r mind
Don t reci t e ot her people s O pinions
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— E merson
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I t w as the policy of a goo d old gentleman t o make
his children feel t hat home w as the happies t place in
the w orld an d I v al u e th is d elicious home feeli ng as
one of the choicest gi fts a paren t can best o w
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—W a sh i ng t o n
A man ,
Irv ing
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s o t o speak wh o is no t able t o bow to h is
conscience every morning is hardly in a condi tion to
respectfully salute the w orld at any oth er time of the
day
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— ' ou glas J e rrold
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There are ma n y bo ys and gi rls full of high hopes
lovel y possibili t ies and earnest plans p ausing a mo
men t before they push t heir little boats from the safe
shore Let th ose w ho launch them see to it tha t t hey
have good h ealth t o man the oars goo d ed u cation
for ballas t an d good principles as pilot s to guide
them as t hey voyage down an ever widening river to
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t he sea
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—L
ou isa M A lc o t t
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In life s small things be res o lute an d great
To keep thy muscles t rained Kno w st thou when
Fate
Thy meas u re t akes ? or when sh e 11 say to t hee
I fin d t hee worthy
do this t hing fo r me ?
—E me rs on
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Ou t of the scabbard o f the night
By God s han d draw n
Fl ash es His shini ng swor d of ligh t
An d lo ' the d a wn
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— F ra nk '
empst e r Sherm a n
And so I live you see
Go through t he w orl d try prove rejec t
' refer still struggling to e ffect
M y warfare happy that I can
Be crossed an d thwart e d as a man
Not left in God s contemp t apar t
Wi t h ghastly smoo th life dea d a t heart
Tam e in eart h s paddock as her pri ' e
Thank ' o d she s till each method t ries
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TO
catch me
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B row ning
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Nothing reveals a man s charac ter more fully than
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the spiri t in w hich he bears his l imi ta t ions
— H amil to n
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W righ t M ab i e
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It is one of the moral u ses of the nigh t tha t it
gives t he world ane w to us every morning an d
of sleep tha t i t makes life a daily re creat ion
-T T M u nge r
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There is nothing easier than to confound self
c u l t ure with selfishness and ye t ne v er were t wo
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creeds more o pposed
— A nni e N M yer
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Laws tha t can be se t a t naugh t are among the most
d emorali ' ing in fl uences which can cu rs e a nat ion
—J H
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I am bo u nd to do less than you
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E w ing
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bu t I am j us t as
su re y boun d t o do my lit tle as you are t o do your
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much
—' hillips Brooks
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Apology is only egotism wrong side out
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—H o lm e s
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Look how t he fl oor of heaven
Is thick inlai d with patines of b righ t gold :
There s not the smalles t orb which thou b e h old st
Bu t in his mo tion like an angel sings
Still ' uiring t o the young -eyed cherubins
—T h e M e rc h an t o f Ve n ice
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One ne v er speaks of hi mse l f excep t a t a l o ss
—M on t aign e
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No mu d can soil u s but the m ud w e thro w
—L
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o wel
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Whene ver w e sen d ou r loving tho ugh t i n genero us
profusion e v e ry part of our envi ro nmen t ech o e s
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b ac k a s w ee t bened ic t ion
—H e n ry
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Wood
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Hath any w ro nge d t hee
Be brav ely re venged :
slight i t an d th e wo rk is b egun ' forgi v e it an d i t is
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finished
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' oli t ene ss is like an ai r cushion
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uarle s
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t here may b e
no t hing in it b ut i t eases t he jolts w on d erfully
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— B e ech er
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Be st ill sad h e art ' an d cease repining '
Behin d t he clou d s is the sun s t ill shining
Thy fate is the common fa t e o f all
In to each life so me rain mus t fall
So me days mus t b e dark and d reary
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—L on gfellow
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Brief ' bu t along
All the after years
To day w ill be a song
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Of smil es or t ears
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—A F
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Ry an
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Why d o t hey not give such presen t s every day ?
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said Clara
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I said
it is only for thirty six hours
0 child
of the three hun d re d and six t y -fiv e days that all peo
ple remem ber tha t they are all brothers an d sisters
an d t hose are the hours that we call therefore C hrist
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mas Ev e an d Christ mas Day
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And when they always remember i t
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it will b e Ch ris t mas all t he t ime
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ai d Bert ha
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—E d w ard
E v e re t t
Ha le
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Lift u p your lives to the great meaning of the day
an d dare to t hink of yo u r humanity as some t hing so
divinely precious t hat it is worthy of being made an
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o ffering t o God Count i t a p rivilege to make t hat
o ffering as comple t e a s possible keeping nothing
b ack ' and t hen go out to t he pleasures and duties
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your life having been truly born anew in to His
divinity as He was born into ou r h u manity on Ch rist
of
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mas Day
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h i llips B rooks
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What you can do or d ream you can begi n it
Boldness has genius power and magic in it
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o th
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Ah but a man s reach should exceed his grasp or
— B row n i ng
what 5 a h eaven for ?
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If tho u canst not make t hyself such an one as t hou
woulds t how canst th o u expect to have another in
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—Th o mas
all things to thy liking ?
a Ke
mpis
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The world is full of judgment days , and in every
asse mbly tha t a man ente rs in eve ry ac tion h e
attemp ts he is gauged and stamped A man passes
— E m er so n
for that he is wort h
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A dull day need not be a depressing day de p re s
sion al ways implies physical or m o ral weakness and
is therefo re never to be tolerated so long as one can
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stru ggle against it
—Hamil t o n W r igh t
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M ab ie
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Let us bring peace and happiness into our l ives b y
d welling and communing with the goo dness and
purity which is ever withi n the soul
Wake the
divine w ithin ' and it will shine w ith a radiance and
b ea uty on the lives around us calling fo rth from
thei r souls all that is good true and bea utiful
— Rac he l E ' o p e
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To o many people use thei r n es t eggs to make
cake o f
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Nob le d ee d s are hel d in honor bu t the wide worl d
sorely needs
Hearts o f pa t ience t o u nravel this — the worth o f
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c o mm o n deeds
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St ed m a n
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If I were to cho o se among all gifts and ' ualities
that which on th e w hole makes life p l ea sa ntest I
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shoul d select t he love of child ren
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—T w
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H iggins on
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Le t us beware of losing o u r enthusia sm L e t us
eve r gl o ry in something and s t rive to retain o ur
admirat ion for all tha t woul d ennoble an d our in ter
est i n all that woul d en rich and beau t ify our l ife
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hillips B rooks
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When you find a perso n a li ttl e better than his
word a little more l i b eral than h is promise a li ttle
more than borne out in his sta t emen t by facts a little
larger in deed than in speech you recogni ' e a kind
of elo' uence in that person s utterance no t laid down
— H o lm e s
in Blair o r Campbel l
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Life is ol d only to those who live in i ts conventions
and form u las ' the soil is exha us t ed only for t hose
whose plowshare turns the shal lo w fu rro w
— H amil t o n W r igh t M a b ie
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matters not what you do
Make a nation or a shoe
For he who works an hones t th ing
In God s p u re si gh t is ranked a king
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— J o hn
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a r n e ll
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I N C H ' RC H
'T he
f
d e s i gn
of
the
c h anc el
w in dow
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is a c o p y in c ol ore d gl ass
M ill e t s
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A s ow er wen t forth t o sow
We heard t he parable rea d
An d w e saw t he pic ture glo w
Ab ov e t he minis t er s hea d
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The d eepening t wilight fel l
Over t he Sower s w ay
A nd th e s t ory w en t on to t el l
Of w ha t he had d one tha t d ay
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He ha d sca tt ered wide t he see d
Wi t h careful generous han d
An d earnest t hough t of t he need
Of harves t rich for the lan d
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Some fell on groun d dry an d col d
An d the birds had gleane d a part '
Some w ill yiel d a hun d re d fol d
In many a so ftene d heart
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The d arkness comes on apace
To the pic t ure I s t rain my eyes '
An d i t seems for a little space
The Sower has touche d the skies
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S t e ar ns
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Who 5 seen my day ?
T is gone away
Nor left a trace
In any place
If I could only find
Its foot fall in some min d
Some spirit nature s t irred
By deed o f mine or word
I should not stand a t shado w y eve
And for my day so g rie v e a nd grieve
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For life with a l l i t yields of joy and woe
And hope and fear
Is j us t o ur chance 0 the pri ' e of learning love '
How love might b e ha t h b een indeed and is '
And t hat we hol d thenceforth to the utter most
Such pri ' e despi t e the envy of the world
And havi ng gaine d t r ut h ke e p trut h
that is all
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— B row ning
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N o ol d person h as a right t o be ugly because h e
has had all his life in w hich to gro w beautiful
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One should every d ay look at a bea ut ifu l pict u re or
hear bea utiful music or rea d a beau t ifu l poem
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— Ru skin
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Glori fy t he ro om ' le t in t he sunshine Without
this m o ney labor t as te are all t hro wn away
A
dark room cann ot be cheerful ' an d i t i s unwhole
s o me as i t is gl oo my Flo w e rs will no t blossom in
—He l en H u n t J acks o n
i t ' nei t her will people
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S tu pi d people an d u ne d u ca t ed pe o ple d o no t care
for n ice d iscriminat i o ns They al w ays have d eci d e d
-William B l ack
o pin ions
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The scholar m u s t be in the bes t sense a man
of t h e w orl d ' one by whom t he faces and souls
o f men are daily rea d w i t h t he insigh t of sympa t hy
one to w hom the grea t movemen t of humani t y is th e
supreme fact t o be fel t to be stu d ied t o b e in t er
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It
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his
vi
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ela
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on
to
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age
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d is t ingu ishes the sch o lar from t h e pe d an t
the man
to w hom th e heart of knowledge re v eals i tself from
t he man whose fell o wship with th e pas t is al ways
only d us t to d us t ashes t o ashes
—H a mi l t o n W r igh t M a b i e
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Every
day shoul d have som e part
Free for the Sabbath o f t h e h eart
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—W o rd s wort h
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The Infini t e al ways is silen t
It is only the Fini t e speaks '
Our words are t he idle wave caps
On a deep tha t never b reaks '
We ' ues t ion wi t h wan d of science
Explain decide and discuss
But o nly in me d i ta t ion
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The mys tery speaks to us
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—J o hn B oyl e
O Rei l l y
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Ga t her a single bla d e of grass and examine fo r a
momen t i ts narro w swor dshape d strip of fl ut ed
green Thin k of i t well and judge whether o f all
t he gorgeous fl owers t hat beam in summer air
an d of all st rong a nd goodly trees there be any
by God m ore highly graced by man m o re deeply
loved t han that narrow po in t of feeble green Con
sider wha t we owe to those c o untless an d peaceful
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spears
— Ru skin
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The firs t ingredient in good manners is
—T W
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self respect
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Higginso n
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Will wi n ter nev er b e over ?
Will t h e d ark da ys never go ?
Mu s t t h e b uttercups an d th e clover
Be al ways hi d under t h e snow ?
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Ah len d me you r little ear love '
Hark ' t is a beautiful t hing :
Th e wearies t month of the year love
Is shortes t an d neares t t he spring '
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—M rs
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A '
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W h it n e y
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Thy lo v e shall chan t its own beat i tu des
After its own selfworking A child s k iss
Se t o n t hy sigh ing lips shall make thee glad
A poor man serve d by thee shall make thee rich
A sick man hel ped by th ee shall make thee strong '
Tho u shal t be served thyself by every sense
Of service whic h thou renderest
— E li ' a be t h Ba rret t Brow ning
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Fades t he rose the year grows o ld
The tale is told You th doth d epart
Only sta ys th e h eart
Ah no ' if sta ys t he heart
You t h can ne er d epart '
Nor the swee t tale be t old
Never the rose fad e nor t he year grow old
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—R W
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' ild er
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Like unto ships far o ff a t sea
O u t war d or home war d bound are we
Ah ' if our souls bu t poise an d s wing
Like the compass in t he bra ' en ring
Ever level an d ever t rue
To the toil an d the t ask we have to do
We shall sail securely an d safely reach
The Fortunat e Isles on whose shining beach
Th e sigh ts we see an d t he soun d s we hear
Will be those of joy an d no t of fear
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— L ongfel low
An d so as Tiny Ti m observed
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Go d bless us
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ickens
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