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Let there be many windows to your… That all the glory of the universe May beautify it. Not the narrow p… Of one poor creed can catch the ra… That shine from countless sources.…
Where are the temperance people? Well, scattered here and there: Some gathering in their produce To show at the autumn fair; Some threshing wheat for market,
By the castle-gate my lady stands, Viewing broad acres and spreading… Hill and valley and mead and plain Are all her own, with their wealth… In the richest of rich robes she i…
So vast the tide of Love within m… It overflows like some stupendous… The confines of the Present and T… And 'gainst the Past’s high wall… As it would cry “Thou too shalt y…
We have scores of temperance men, Bold and earnest, brave and true, Fighting with the tongue and pen, And we value what they do. But, my friends,
Who thinks how desolate and strang… To me must seem the autumn’s chang… When housed in attic or in chest, A lonely and unwilling guest, I lie through nights of bleak Dec…
God, what a world, if men in stree… Felt that same kinship of the huma… Which makes them, in the face of f… Rise to the meaning of True Broth…
I step across the mystic border-la… And look upon the wonder-world of… How beautiful, how beautiful its h… And all its valleys, how surpassin… The winding paths that lead up to…
It I may not reach the heights I see… My untried strength may fail me; Or, halfway up the mountain peak Fierce tempests may assail me.
I must do as you do? Your way I o… Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes two straight r… One over, one under the hill. You are treading the safe and the…
If one poor burdened toiler o’er l… Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his gall… Then life, indeed, does pay. If we can show one troubled heart…
Sing to me! Something of sunlight… I am so compassed with sorrow and… I am so sick with the world’s nois… Sing of the beauty and brightness… Sing to me, sing to me!
Don’t look for the flaws as you go… And even when you find them, It is wise and kind to be somewhat… And look for the virtue behind the… For the cloudiest night has a hint…
Seeking for happiness we must go s… The road leads not down avenues of… But often gently winds through by… Whose hidden pleasures are serene… Seeking for happiness we must take…
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast h… The priceless riches of all climes… Say, woudst thou let it float upon… Unpiloted, of fickle winds the spo… And of wild waves and hidden rocks…