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© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Thee would I choose as my teacher and friend. Thy living example

Teaches me,-thy teaching word wakens my heart unto life.

The Things They Musn't Touch

© Edgar Albert Guest

Been down to the art museum an' looked at a thousand things,

The bodies of ancient mummies an' the treasures of ancient kings,

Eternal Rest

© Enid Derham

When the impatient spirit leaves behind

The clogging hours and makes no dear delay

Olney Hymn 43: Prayer For Patience

© William Cowper

Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
The lighter cross I bear for Thee,
Help me with patience to endure.

OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII (Entire)

© Alfred Tennyson

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.

It's coming time for planting in that little patch of ground,
Where the lad and I made merry as he followed me around;
The sun is getting higher, and the skies above are blue,
And I'm hungry for the garden, and I wish the war were through.

A Life of Sabbaths Here Beneath

© Thomas Traherne

I.

A life of Sabbaths here beneath!

Sonnet. The Day Is Gone

© John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang'rous waist!

Sympathy

© Edgar Albert Guest

One came to the house with a pretty speech:
"It's all for the best," said he,
And I know that he sought my heart to reach,
And I know that he grieved with me.

The Hottentot

© Thomas Pringle

Mild, melancholy, and sedate, he stands,

Tending another's flock upon the fields,

Etheline

© Henry Kendall

The heart that once was rich with light,

And happy in your grace,

The Mothers Secret

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

But Mary, faithful to its lightest word,
Kept in her heart the sayings she had heard,
Till the dread morning rent the Temple's veil,
And shuddering earth confirmed the wondrous tale.

Builders Of Ruins

© Alice Meynell

We build with strength and deep tower wall
That shall be shattered thus and thus.
And fair and great are court and hall,
But how fair-this is not for us,
Who know the lack that lurks in all.

For My Sake.

INASMUCH as ye gave ear unto the sighing

Of the least of these the children of my care,

Aghadoe

There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,
There 's a green and silent glade in Aghadoe,
Where we met, my love and I, Love's fair planet in the sky,
O'er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe.

To Mrs. Frances--Arabella Kelly, With A Present Of Fruit.

© Mary Barber

Tho' the Plumb, and the Peach, with Apollo conspire,
To present you their Softness, and Sweetness, and Fire;
Their Aid is in vain; for what can they do,
But blush, and confess them selves vanquish'd by you?
Where Virtue and Wit with such Qualities blend,
What Mortal, what Goddess, would dare to contend?