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The valiant standeth as a rock, and the billows
Hence, tormenting terrors, hence ! break upon him :
God shall be my confidence ; The timorous is a skiff unmoor’d, toss'd and mock'd
Let Him lead me as He will, at by a ripple ;
O my soul, and be thou still. The valiant holdeth fast to good, till evil wrench it
From the German of P. 7. Spener. from him ; The timorous casteth it aside, to meet the worst half
Why art thou full of anxious fear way :
How thou shalt be sustain'd and fed ? Yet oftentimes is evil but a braggart, that provoketh
He who hath made, and placed thee here, and will not fight;
Will give thee needful daily bread. Or the feint of a subtle fencer, who measureth his thrust elsewhere;
193. ANXIETY : unfilial. Or perchance a blessing in a masque, sent to try thy CONSIDER, were it filial in a child trust,
To speak in such wise : "Father, though I know The precious smiting of a friend whose frowns are! How strong your love is, having proved it so all in love ;
Since my first breath was drawn; and though you've Often the storm threateneth, but is driven to other
Your stores with anxious care, that has beguiled And the weak hath quail'd in fear, while the firm vo
You oft of rest, that thus you might bestow hath been glad in his confidence.
Blessings upon me when your head lies low,
Yet in my heart are doubts unreconciled. 192. ANXIETY : needless.
To-morrow, when I hunger, can I be
Sure that for bread you will not give a clod,
Letting me starve the while you hold in fee
(O'erlooking lesser needs) the acres broad
Won for me through your ceaseless toil ?' Yet What God hath order'd must be right;
In just such fashion, dare to doubt of God!
Margaret 7. Preston. Why should'st thou fill to-day with sorrow
194. ANXIETY: unwise.
Be not over-exquisite
To cast the fashion of uncertain evils :
For grant they be so, while they rest unknown, Doubt not that He will give thee too
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid ? Only be steadfast; never waver,
Milton. Nor seek earth's favour,
195. ANXIOUS. Counsel and Comfort for the
Commit thy way to God;
The weight which makes thee faint-
Worlds are to Him no load !
To Him breathe thy complaint.
He who for winds and clouds
Maketh a pathway free,
Through wastes or hostile crowds
Can make a way for thee.
Hope, then, though woes be doubled,
Hope, and be undismay'd ;
Let not thine heart be troubled,
Nor let it be afraid.
This prison where thou art,
Thy God will break it soon,
And flood with light thy heart,
In His own blessed noon.
Up, up, the day is breaking,
Like dreams in day's fresh light. Thou wearest not the crown,
Nor the best course canst tell ; God sitteth on the throne,
And guideth all things well.
Trust Him to govern, then :
No king can rule like Him. How wilt thou wonder when
Thine eyes no more see dim, To see those paths which vex thee,
How wise they were and meet ; The works which now perplex thee,
How beautiful, complete !
O no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse
Shakespeare. 198. APPAREL. Seemly
FROM little matters let us pass to less,
sight,Is always genuine, while your gems may pass, Though real diamonds, for ignoble glass.
0. W. Holmes.
Faithful the love thou sharest;
All, all is well with thee;
With shouts of victory.
Thy God shall place the palms.
199. APPEARANCES. Care for
APPEARANCES to save, his only care ;
196. APPAREL. Costly
Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end ? Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more : So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men ; And, death once dead, there's no more dying
200. APPEARANCES : deceptive.
APPEARANCES deceive, And this one maxim is a standing rule,Men are not what they seem.-Havard. The deepest ice that ever froze Can only o'er the surface close ; The living stream lies quick below, And flows, and cannot cease to flow.-Byron. 'Tis not the fairest form that holds
The mildest, purest soul within ; 'Tis not the richest plant that folds
The sweetest breath of fragrance in.-Dawes. Within the oyster's shell uncouth
The purest pearl may hide :-Trust me you'll find a heart of truth
Within that rough outside.-Mrs Osgood. Alas! I am but woman, fond and weak, Without even power my proud, pure love to
speak; But oh, by all I fail in, love not me. For what I am, but what I wish to be.
197. APPAREL. Poor
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor ;
The wicked giant, Bali, had obtain'd
201. APPEARANCES. False Supreme control from heaven down to hell ; He all the humbler deities had chain'd;
LIKE a vessel at sea, amid sunshine and song,
Gayly we glide, in the gaze of the world, Like rain his cruelties unmeasured fell.
With streamers afloat, and with canvas unfurlid; The highest gods in fear a session call’d,
All gladness and glory to wondering eyes, And argued vengeful plans for many an hour : Yet charter'd by sorrow, and freighted with sighs! -From far below he upward look'd, and brawid Fading and false is the aspect it wears, An arrogant defiance to their power.
As the smiles we put on-just to cover our tears,
And the withering thoughts which the world cannot At length divinest Vishnu forward stepp'd,
know, While round the senate mighty plaudits ran, And vow'd himself-his consort Lakshim wept
Like heart-broken exiles, lie burning below;
While the vessel drives on to that desolate shore The foe to disenthrone, and ransom man.
Where the dreams of our childhood are vanish'd and The heavenly synod praised him, though they fear'd o'er !-Hervey.
His failure through some one of million harms. On earth, a puny man, he soon appear'd,
And, like the Spartan boy, to smile, and smile, And, as a beggar, ask'd of Bali alms.
While secret wounds do bleed beneath our cloaks.
Longfellow, “What wouldst thou have?' the horrid despot said,
And gave the shrinking dwarf a scornful glance. 202. ARCHITECTURE. O fool ! premonish'd by no mystic dread,
Let my due feet never fail And reading nought beneath that countenance !
To walk the studious cloisters pale, The little timid mendicant replies,
And love the high embowed roof, Give me so much of thy dominion's space
With antique pillars massy proof; The boon is small, but will for me suffice
And storied windows richly dight, As I can only by three steppings pace.'
Casting a dim religious light.-Milton. The blinded Bali, mocking, gave assent,
Whene'er we view some well-proportion'd dome, And look'd upon him with contemptuous eye. I No single parts unequally surprise ; Swift grew the dwarf through such immense extent, All comes united to th' admiring eyes. - Pope.
That one step spann'd the earth, one more, the sky! Then looking round, with haughty voice he said,
| 203. ARGUMENT. “The third where shall I take ? O Bali, tell ! Be calm in arguing : for fierceness makes At Vishnu's feet the tyrant placed his head,
Error a fault, and truth discourtesy. And instantaneously was thrust to hell.
| Why should I feel another man's mistakes
In love I should : but anger is not love,
Nor wisdom neither ; therefore gently move.
Calmness is great advantage : he that lets
Another chafe, may warm him at his fire ;
Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets,
As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire.
Truth dwells not in the clouds : the tower that's
there Of light and love alone.
Doth often aim at, never hit, the sphere.--Herbert.
Let argument bear no unmusical sound,
Nor jars interpose, sacred friendship to grieve.
In argument with men a woman ever
Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. - Milton.
When men argue, th' greatest part
O'the contest falls on terms of art,
Until the fustian stuff be spent,
He'd undertake to prove, by force
So, note by note, bring music from your mind,
Robert Browning: 206. ART. Necessity of
The whole world, without art and dress,
He could on either side dispute,
It is in vain, I see, to argue against the grain, Or like the stars, incline men to What they're averse themselves to do; For when disputes are wearied out, 'Tis interest still resolves the doubt. A man convinced against his will Is of the same opinion still.—Butler.
207. ART. Votaries of
Eternal beauty in forms of human art| Vex'd that my soul should ever moved have been By that which has such feigning at the heart.
Why do dispates in wrangling spend the day, — Whilst one says only ‘Yes,' and t'other ‘Nay'?
In argument, Similes are like songs in love : They much describe, they nothing prove.— Prior.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
Like doctors too, when much dispute has pass'd We find our tenets just the same at last.-Pope.
204. ARMOUR. Dying in
Oh, is it not a noble thing to die
N. P. Willis.
208. ARTIFICE. SHALLOW artifice begets suspicion, And like a cobweb veil but thinly shades The face of thy design : alone disguising What should have ne'er been seen ; imperfect mis
chief! Thou, like the adder, venomous and deaf, Hast stung the traveller, and, after, hear'st Not his pursuing voice ; e'en when thou think'st To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass Confess and point the path which thou hast crept. O fate of fools ! officious in contriving ; In executing, puzzled, lame, and lost.-Congreve. A man of sense can artifice disdain, As men of wealth may venture to go plain. - Young,
205. ART. Impression of
ART may tell a truth Obliquely, do the thing shall breed the thought, Nor wrong the thought, missing the mediate word. So may you paint your picture, twice show truth, Beyond mere imagery on the wall, —
209. ASCENSION. Christ's It was a golden eventide. The sun Was sinking through the roseate clouds to rest Beneath the Western waves. But purer light And vestments woven of more glorious hues, Albeit invisible to mortal eyes, Gladden'd the heavens. For there the hosts of God, See, He lifts His hands above! See, He shows the prints of love ! Hark! His gracious lips bestow Blessings on His Church below!
Still for us His death He pleads;
Ten thousand times ten thousand, tier on tier,
Every eye was bent
“Lift up your heads, ye gates!
hosts; He is the King of glory,' broke once more In waves of thunder on those jasper walls, Which never shook till now. And, host with host Commingling, through the portals on we swept.
E. H. Bickersteth.
Grant, though parted from our sight,
211. ASCENSION. Christ's
Lo, God to heaven ascendeth !
Throughout its regions vast, With shouts triumphant blendeth
The trumpet's thrilling blast : Sing praise to Christ the Lord,
Sing praise with exultation,
King of each heathen nation, The God of Hosts adored !
210. ASCENSION. Christ's
Hall the day that sees Him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes ! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends His native heaven.
There the pompous triumph waits : "Lift your heads, eternal gates, Wide unfold the radiant scene ; Take the King of glory in!'
With joy is heaven resounding,
Christ's glad return to see ; Behold the saints surrounding
The Lord who set them free : Bright myriads thronging come;
The cherub band rejoices,
And loud seraphic voices Welcome Messiah home.
Circled round with angel powers, Their triumphant Lord and ours, Conqueror over death and sin ; Take the King of glory in !
No more the way is hidden,
Since Christ our Head arose : No more to man forbidden
The road to heaven that goes. Our Lord is gone before,
But here He will not leave us ;
In heaven He'll soon receive us : He opens wide the door.
Him though highest heaven receives, Still He loves the earth He leaves; Though returning to His throne, Still He calls mankind His own.