I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still
The deepest impressed on my heart.
A cheer, then, for the noble breast that fears not danger’s post; And like the lifeboat, proves a friend, When friends are wanted most.
Better build schoolrooms for “the boy,” than cells and gibbets for “the man.”
Exaggeration misleads the credulous and offends the perceptive.
The span of life is waning fast; Beware, unthinking youth, beware! Thy soul’s eternity depends Upon the record moments bear.
Topics: The Present
Who would not rather trust and be deceived?
O God, how beautiful the thought, how merciful the blest decree, that grace can always be found when sought, and nought shut out the soul from thee.
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start when memory plays an old tune on the heart!
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