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Página 3 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 150 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 53 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Página 72 - WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away. The bow well bent and smart the spring. Vice seems already slain, But passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again.
Página 15 - And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Página 21 - I shall the effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart: But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a pufFd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own read.
Página 34 - I have been young, and now am old : and yet saw I never the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging their bread.
Página 132 - As they who first proportion understand With easy practice reach a master's hand. Well might the ancient poets then confer On night the honoured name of counsellor. Since struck with rays of prosperous fortune blind, We light alone in dark afflictions find.